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911 week - Day 2:
“Why are you sitting in a tree?” + fun
@911week
(1900~ words, Eddie, Hen, Karen and Buck.)
Eddie explained his plan to Karen. It was easy, two swings hanging from a simple wooden structure and another hanging from a branch of the only tree in their, very beautiful in Eddie's opinion, backyard.
Of course, things had to go wrong the day before he went to the Wilson's place and arranged the swings. With wrong being Buck knowing his little secret.
He would be the death of Eddie.
Hen had accidentally slipped it in a conversation at the station.
She said that Denny and Nia wanted a new swing because the one in their house was old and worn out and then Buck had jumped with an anecdote about how he ended up with 5 stitches on his lips because a swing had crashed into them as Chim just shook his head with fond disappointment.
Eddie though, Eddie just thought that maybe a surprise visit to Hen's place wouldn't be a bad idea.
Later that day he messaged Karen, asking if he could swing by, no pun intended, in a moment when Hen wasn't around because he wanted to talk with her. Karen agreed, she always liked the mystery.
So, some days later and with the excuse to take Chris to a sleepover at the Wilson's, Eddie explained his plan to Karen. It was easy, two swings hanging from a simple wooden structure and another hanging from a branch of the only tree in their, very beautiful in Eddie's opinion, backyard.
Karen was thrilled with the idea and she offered to pay but Eddie declined it. He would gift it to his friends, after the hell year that was 2020 they deserved a nice surprise.
He had to be quiet about it though. If he told Buck he would tell Bobby and Maddie, who would tell Athena and Chimney who would tell Hen (the latter rather than the police Sergeant) and he didn't want that.
With Karen's okay he sketched the structure and made a note to himself to go and ask for an estimated budget at his to-go hardware store next time he went to his Abuela's.
So there he was, a week later.
"Hey Eddie," the store manager, Nico friendly greeted him.
"Hey Nico," He said back.
"It's good to see you here again, does Isabel's fence need another repair?" And without a beat, Nico reasoned, "No, no it's only been a month since the last repair. So it has to be paint for the deck? See, I can lower the price for you if you buy more tha-
"Uh, I came here for another reason Nic," Eddie chuckled after cutting him. "I was wondering if you could make a budget for this..."
He showed Nico the rough sketch and the materials he needed and the other man smiled.
"Ah, I see. I have some of the things you need, but the poles will be another story. I can recommend you a lumber company to get the wood." Nico said, taking the paper and looking for appropriate screws and ropes.
"That would be amazing, thanks."
"And while I do that, tell me how did that skateboard thing for your kid go,"
Eddie smiled and unlocked his phone to show him the pictures Carla had taken of that day.
"Well..."
...
Of course, things had to go wrong the day before he went to the Wilson's place and arranged the swings in their backyard.
Well, wrong would be exaggerating. More like things didn't stay as quiet as Eddie wanted.
He had just woken up on Saturday for a shift, his mind a groggy and grumpy mess until the coffee hit his lips, so he was in the kitchen trying to make his old coffeemaker work.
He really needed a new one, Eddie thought just as he heard a key on his doorlock and then said door opening.
His mind just assumed, oh it's just Buck.
OH, IT'S BUCK.
Eddie's mind got a moment of clarity.
He could hear Buck taking his shoes off and ranting an excuse for being there so early as he helplessly looked around his dining and living room, both full of ropes, screws, papers, and God-knows-what-else.
He needed to clean everything but he did not have time.
"Hey, are you hearing me, man?" Buck said as he stepped into Eddie who was in the middle of the room looking like a deer caught in headlights, only wearing underwear and a t-shirt and lots of things on his hands.
He snorted and started laughing loudly while Eddie blushed hard.
"Oh, oh- please, what the-" Buck tried to talk but got cut by a wave of laughter that had him letting go of the box with pastries he had brought and held his belly and chest.
Eddie's embarrassment turned into slight annoyance. He tried to place his hands - and the things - lower so he could cover his underwear, and then cleared his throat. "Are you finished or you will laugh for the next five minutes?"
"I'm- I'm sorry man, it's just that-" Buck cleared his throat to stop the laughter and get serious. It didn't work as he snorted again.
Eddie gave him a look.
"Okay, okay," Buck breathed in slowly picking the pastry box again. "So, what's up with all this mess?"
"Dios, dame paciencia." Eddie muttered as he placed the things back on the couch. "Okay so, A, I'm so glad Christopher is at a sleepover because I'm sure the neighbors could hear you laughing. B, this is my house so I ask the questions darling which takes me to D,"
He stopped to take a breath. "What the fuck are you doing here so early?"
"Has anyone told you you have a damn good pulmonary capacity?" The other man asked.
"Buck."
"Okay, I was passing by to pick you up to go to our shift." Buck shrugged. Eddie knew there was more to it but let it go.
"Now go and put on some proper clothes and then answer what's going on with all this and the poles outside. I'll be here preparing a breakfast-to-go."
Eddie begrudgingly accepted and went to his room and changed clothes.
On their way, Eddie explained Buck his plans for the swings. They were arriving at the firehouse when he made Buck promise he wouldn't tell anyone about it.
And the other man put a condition, Eddie would call him if he needed help the next day.
Eddie rolled his eyes and agreed, while he had experience building things with his father he knew Buck equaled his experience.
Now he needed to survive a shift with Buck trying to keep a secret.
Great.
...
Things didn't go as bad as Eddie thought they would go.
The next day when Hen arrived at the firehouse for her shift, Eddie greeted her and Buck was vibrating suspiciously when it was his turn.
Hen quirked an eyebrow at Eddie who made his best effort to seem normal and shrugged. She made a weird face in return and let them walk away.
Once in Buck's Jeep both let out a breath they didn't know were holding. The drive to Eddie's place was filled with an excited air.
A quick morning nap was all it took for Eddie to recharge batteries and soon enough he was on his truck, poles, ropes, and tools in the trunk, and on his way to pick up his son from his Abuela and then to Hen and Karen's house.
Their garden was a view that always made Eddie's breath hitch.
Karen had an excellent hand for plants, unlike Eddie.
She had climbing plants and trees on their fences to keep away nosey neighbors, a garden of blooming roses and another with tulips, and a mini forest of growing trees in flower pots filling the place with a cool air that was much needed in the Californian summer.
Almost in the middle, there was a medium-sized oak where he was planning to hang a swing.
He put his hands to work and decided to start taking the poles out of the trunk and onto the backyard.
Of course, when he almost got crushed to the ground by one of the poles he called Buck, and in the meantime, he took his tools to the garden and climbed the tree to start attaching the rope.
The youngest firefighter arrived some minutes later, scanning the place until he found Eddie.
“Why are you sitting in a tree?” Buck asked, his head inclined to get a better look.
"Maybe because a swing is going to hang from here, but you already knew that." Eddie answered back struggling to stay seated.
"Be kind and pass me that rope?" He pointed at a rope on the floor right under him.
"Sure."
Hours passed, the tree swing was ready and strong enough to support Buck so it was safe for kids, and the support structure of the other two was almost done.
Karen invited them to go inside and eat some sandwiches the kids had helped her make for them.
"Oh, Buck these don't have pickles. I know you don't like them." Karen pointed at the ones on the left side of the plate and Buck felt warmth spreading inside him because she remembered.
Buck ignored Eddie's teasing look and moaned at the taste of the ham and cheese sandwich. "Oh my God, this is awesome Karen."
"Is this homemade bread?" Eddie asked before Karen could say they were just sandwiches.
They were heavenly sandwiches.
"Yeah, we learned to do it during the lockdown." She answered, smiling proudly. "How's the project going?"
"On track and almost done. We just need to put the swings on the upper pole and then attach it to the supports, we put it straight, and ta-dah! Ready to have lots of fun!" Buck smiled with his hands shaking on either side of his face.
"You did it faster than I thought." Karen commented. "And tomorrow you two will come after Hen's done with her after-work nap. You have no excuse."
"Yes ma'am." Eddie answered as the other man nodded.
"Great. Oh and, thanks again. I appreciate it."
"Nonsense, it's our pleasure to do this. You are family." Eddie assured.
...
"What's this surprise you're telling me about?" Hen asked Karen the next day, as she hugged her from behind.
"Good morning darling." Karen answered while she turned around to kiss her, purposely avoiding the question.
"Please?" Hen teased.
"Well-" Karen was cut by a squeal and many laughs from their backyard. Hen tried to look outside but she grabbed her hand to have her attention.
"Come with me."
And so she did.
The last thing Hen imagined to see when the door opened was Denny, Nia, and Chris playing in the swings with Eddie and Buck taking care of them and having as much fun as the kids, but there they were.
"Surprise!" They all exclaimed.
"What in the-" Hen gasped as she walked into the garden with wide eyes. "Eddie? Buck? What are you doing here? What is this?"
Eddie chuckled as he got closer to the couple, "And here I thought it looked like swings and not just a mess."
"How?" Hen asked breathlessly.
"Well, it was all Eddie's idea." Buck added from the swings, watching the kids.
"Really?"
Now Eddie was blushing slightly, "Yeah. I heard you some weeks ago in the firehouse and I thought it would be fun to do it."
"Oh Eddie, I love it." Hen got out of her shock and hugged the man tightly. "Thanks. It means more than what you think."
"I'm glad you like it because there are no refunds!" Eddie chuckled, still in the hug. "And I know."
He let go of her and stepped aside, watching the kids enjoy the new swings.
Eddie let out a contented sigh. "I know."
#some fun fluff because our hearts need it#especially after last night#nevermind i almost forgot to post this 😅#911week2021#911 on fox#911 fox#evan buckley#hen wilson#karen wilson#eddie diaz#fun#swings and trees#author knows about swings and building just not in english#my fics
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Telle Pt.2 (Peter Parker x female!reader)
Part 1! Part 3! Part 4! Part 5!
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Word Count/ Warnings: 2k+, swearing, injuries, a fight scene, and Peter Parker being adorable.
Summary: Peter figured out that you’re in love with him. Some guys mess up your whole day at school.
A/N: Oh ho ho! Another one! I’m so excited for your guys’ reaction. I’m sosososososos sorry about this being way late. Also holy shit you guys! Part one got so many notes and I was so surprised, knowing that this is my second fic I’ve ever written! You guys are amazing! I love you guys and hope you enjoy!
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What the fuck did Y/N just say Peter thought to himself. No way. No way, no way, no way.
Peter was on the other side of your building trying to finally catch his breath after that situation when he heard:
“God, I fucking love that boy.”.
It can’t be you who said that. No. He knew that voice. It was definitely Y/N. It couldn’t have been him who she was talking about. But who else would it be? There it was. That swelling feeling in Peter’s heart and everywhere else. He felt like he wanted to do a backflip but also throw up. He knew your secret. You liked him, of course he liked you too, but you loved him. Wait hold on, back it up. Y/N said she loved me Peter thought to himself. Again, his heart swelled. He almost lost his grip and fell into the alleyway below at this realization.
Peter heard your window slam shut and he knew that was the time to actually leave.
Oh boy does he have a story for Ned, and oh boy is he going to have a sleepless night.
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You woke up from your almost sleepless night bright and early. You turned in your bed to face your ceiling. Your light was off but you could still see the white roof glaring at you. You slowly sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and situate yourself. You teleport with little to no thinking to your dresser. This was not a thing that, immediately after you had gotten your powers you knew how to do. Oh no. Not at all.
You started off not even knowing that you had teleportation powers. You were practicing your telekinesis powers one day and got so frustrated that you randomly teleported three times in a row, just pushing you forward a couple feet. This, of course, was a dizzying event which you threw up a little in your mouth after. After you were done steadying yourself and drinking water to try and calm your churning stomach you realized, holy shit I can teleport. After that you had been trying to practice your telekinesis, along with teaching yourself how to teleport. This was not an easy feat, but somehow, you persevered. You did once, break a lamp and cut yourself, but that wasn’t the big picture. You pull your clothes out with a couple flicks of the wrist, using your telekinesis. You slid on your clothes for today and stared at your closet for a moment. You threw open the doors and grabbed the neatly folded set of black and white clothes. You stared at the silky fabric and decided what you were doing next.
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“Ned! NED!” Peter shouted at Ned with all the panic spewing out.
“What, what! Peter you can’t do this to me, you texted me at like one a.m. saying, and I QUOTE, ‘NED. 911. EMERGENCY. MEET ME OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL HALF AN HOUR EARLY.’. And then you wouldn’t explain to me what happened. So why in the name of god Peter, am I here.” Ned says, surprisingly only the slightest trace of annoyance in his voice, he was just mainly excited for Peter to say whatever he was going to say next.
“Okay okay,” Peter says, panting from basically running all the way here, ”Y/N loves me”
“What.” Ned says in the most dead pan voice.
Peter takes a deep breath and slows down, “Y/N loves me.”
“What. No way. You have to be shitting me. After all this time she said it to you? Like to your face, like she said it to your face?” Ned says with the most shocked face, repeating that last part.
“No she didn’t say it to my face, I heard her say it when I was on the side of her building and she didn’t close her window.... when she said that.” Peter said starting to lead Ned over to the school, since they still had to go to their lockers.
“How does that even work?” Ned was just so confused about this whole situation.
“I stuck onto the wall next to her window to catch a breath and she just said that.” Peter said opening a door into the corridor that had his and Ned’s lockers in it.
“Wait, you can stick onto things?” Ned says, amazed.
“Yes Ned, that’s how you figured out I was Spider-Man, I was on the ceiling.” Peter recites, whisper-yelling.
“Oh yeah.” Ned remembers.
****
You shove your suit into your backpack just in case. You need a place to store it away from your family anyways.
This is no normal suit however, this is your super suit that you have been working on since— well since about a month ago. It was a extremely cheap version of Peter’s Spider-Man suit. He had let you see it when you asked him and you studied what it was made of. The closest thing that could come nowhere close to his suit was spandex.
It was a one piece black and white suit that came down to your ankles in spandex. It wasn’t the most comfortable but it worked. It also wasn’t the most flattering, but again, it worked. You had sewed it to look like a black ‘T’ that flows into your black pants. The sleeves and every area that wasn’t the pants or the ‘T’ was white. You paired it things that looked like go-go boots but without the heel. They were white with a black diamond shape that stretched all the way from the top of the boot to the beginning of your foot. All that went along with a eye mask thing like they have in ‘The Incredibles’. You had used your powers to form it to your face magically. Now it doesn’t fall off.
You shoved all of this in your backpack and it magically fit. With all of your other things already packed, you left your apartment and made your way to Midtown High, thirty minutes early.
You left this early so you could stop at your favorite cafe to have a short break in the sweet smelling place. There, you could rest your brain and have a cup of cocoa. Or coffee. Whichever you were feeling that day.
You took a little bit longer than expected getting to the cafe, probably because you were daydreaming about Peter Parker, but nonetheless, you were getting a to go cup.
You walked over to Midtown and were greeted with the sight of Peter Parker and Ned Leeds walking into the doors as you walked on campus. You prepared to avoid them while you unloaded a few books, trying not to show your suit in the bottom of your backpack.
You pushed open the school doors leading to your locker. It just so happens that you locker was only separated by a column of bricks, so you hoped to dear god that he wasn’t there or doesn’t notice you.
Strike one, Peter is at his locker with Ned. Hopefully Ned was going to distract him. You kept your head down and opened your locker and quickly shoved a couple notebooks in and your backpack, almost dropping your eye mask on the floor. You slammed your locker shut and kept your other items in your hands. You had planned after school to put your suit under the lockers with your powers after learning in your free time that there was an empty space underneath them.
You walked over to Ned and Peter with a growing smile on your face.
“Hi Pete, Hi Ned!” You say smiling at them, no trace of you having a secret in your locker left on your face.
You clearly had startled them. Or at least just Peter.
“Oh he-hey Y/N!” Peter says with his I’m-not-hiding-something face.
“What’s up?” You say, not pointing out the fact that you can tell that he’s hiding something.
Then you three start talking about the little things before the first bell rings and you all depart away from each other to go to the first couple periods you didn’t have with either of them.
Then you got to third period, which was AP Chemistry. You had this class with all of the crew including MJ. In this class you just so happened to be lab partners with him. He had been the best lab partner you ever had, because he actually worked and helped you if you needed any. You, for some reason, were just not getting what was going on that day and Peter explained it perfectly so you got everything that was going on and maybe a bit more. He was constantly checking if you were getting everything, making sure that you felt comfortable. He was just all around adorable with those brown puppy eyes.
After all that cuteness, you left to go to fourth period. Everything was fine until halfway through the period. You had gone to the bathroom and were making your way back to the classroom when you heard the intercom come on and say,
“Lockdown, lockdown. This is not a drill. There is are intruders on campus with firearms. Lockdown, lockdown. This is not a drill.”
That was strange they usually don’t say what was the cause but then again it was probably someone from the office saying it.
You see a girl run into her classroom and slam the door. You stood there frozen thinking what to do. Well it’s now or never, you think, starting to run to your locker which was just down the hall. You look around seeing all the windows into the classrooms are closed up. You throw your hands at your locker opening it as fast as you can. You rip out your backpack and throw out the couple of books that were on top of your suit. You tear your suit out of the bottom of your backpack. You find a corner out of the way of eyesight and cameras and throw off your shirt and jeans. You then try to put on your suit and eyemask on as fast as you can, almost pulling a muscle in the process. You then run back to your locker, grab your backpack, and throw your clothes in it while slamming your locker shut. You throw your backpack in a place that can’t be seen and run to where you hear footsteps and quiet chatter.
You stop at the corner before the people and peek around. They are heading the opposite way of you and have a lot of guns and weapons. Your heart speeds up tenfold and you take a deep breath. Then you notice a certain Spiderling on the ceiling above you.
“Pet- shit.” You say under your breath, honestly thankful that he’s here because you have no idea what you are doing.
“Hey! Spiderling!” You whisper yell to him. Shit, you think, I’m the only one that calls him in hat he’s gonna know who I am... Oh well. He’s going to see my face anyways.
He looks down and visibly almost falls off the ceiling. Squinting at you and then his spider eyes widen to almost their full shape.
“Y-Y/N?” Peter whispers, slowly dropping himself to the floor.
“Okay look there’s a thing called a secret identity, you would be one to know about it.” You say, putting your hands on your hips.
“Oh sorry!” He says putting a hand on his suited neck, “well we don’t have much time, I’m not going to ask what you can do except, can you tread lightly and can you hold them down?”
“Treading lightly and holding people are my specialty actually,” You say preparing yourself for the thing that was about to happen, “why are you putting this on me? I’ve never done this before? You’re gonna help right?”
“Okay I haven’t really done the whole ‘I’m going to help another superhero’ thing either, and no I’m not going to leave you, you hold them down and I’ll web them for the police,” Peter replies
“Okay, okay, okay,” you say taking some deep breaths.
“You got this, just distract them for a bit and then if they shoot... improv, I guess?” He says.
You take a deep breath. Here we go.
You silently teleport over about ten feet behind the gang of ruffians with guns.
“Hello boys!” You say putting yourself into your best ‘I’m a showgirl’ pose, also noticing you are sounding a bit like Harley Quinn, “whatcha doin’?”
The group jumps around, shaken by what’s just happened. Surprisingly, not trying to shoot at you.
“You’re not here to hurt anyone are you? Just here because you went to the wrong place? You guys look dumb enough to go to a school instead of a bank.” You say playfully. You notice Peter crawling on the ceiling out of sight ready to strike at the right moment. You notice, and feel, your hands and eyes radiating with a purplish color glow, as your powers start to flow through your veins. The purple acting like smoke, flowing up, and dissipating into the air.
Then in the next milisecond, the man who was front most, pulled his trigger. You reacted quick enough to stop it with your telekinesis mid-air. You let go and watched the bullet drop and bounce on the ground.
“Oh honey, you should not have done that.” You say, ending the sentence with a deeper and sharper tone.
You grab his gun with your telekinesis and throw it behind you.
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Holy shit that was hot, Peter thinks. He watches as you teleport two feet in front of the group and kick the first guy straight in the face with all the might you have.
Oh my god. Peter stares at The upside down world that was you kicking this gang’s ass.
He loved it so much. He loved you so much.
****
Oh my god ow. I need to work out more, you think kicking the next man in the crotch, sending him onto the floor in immense pain. You just had to get them all on the floor at once, hold them down with your telekinesis, and get Peter to web them to the floor.
You punched another in the face and kicked him I’m the chest, sending him stumbling backwards, tripping on another one of the thugs. You had put three on the floor so far and were getting the last one. You decided to make a fool of him a bit.
You kicked him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him, and forcing him to stumble backwards. You teleported to the side and behind him as he stumbled back, and you tripped him. He fell on the guy that you kicked in the crotch, and as he was falling he elbowed crotch guy in the crotch a second time.
“Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope,” you say as the second guy you beat up tried to get up.
You use your telekinesis to hold all of them down at the same time.
“P-peter?” You say as you struggle a bit to keep them down as you haven’t held people in your powers, or this amount of stuff.
****
“O-oh sorry,” Peter says snapping out of his trance that was focused on you. He just couldn’t understand how you had kept this side that was so.... badass. You hadn’t ever fought anyone, let alone a gang of thugs... and ones with guns! You were beautiful. Even through the sweating (and subtle swearing), grunting, and kicking other men in the balls, he thought you were utterly beautiful. More gorgeous than ever before. His crush on you just got twenty times bigger. And you had powers! Why did you keep them from him. Oh well Peter had to web some bad guys.
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Still struggling to keep the thugs under your grasp, Peter sets himself on the linoleum floor. He walks over to you, his normal kinda confident walk, but sped up. I must’ve looked so stupid and ugly while fighting them. I mean, I’m sweating. That’s not attractive... I think. Peter, oh my god can you not always look so hot.
“I can web through that right?” Peter points at the purple glow radiating off of the pool of bad guys on the floor. He pulls off his mask trying to get a better look at the glow. Oh my god, his mask hair is the best.
“Y-yeah it’s just like a mist, but no-not liquid,” you stutter out. Still struggling. Oh my god hurry up.
Peter drops his mask and webs all of the criminals’ hands, feet, and mouths. The struggle getting lighter as you let go of each ruffian as he webs them.As he webs the last one you physically collapse to the floor and just lay there a second before sitting up.
Peter laughs, “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’ve just never done anything like that before. I mean like I’ve never fought anyone or had to use that much of my powers before,” you say, feeling the glow drain out of your eyes and hands and recede back into your body. You take a extremely deep breath and let it out slowly. You get up and turn your body, fully facing Peter. You let the huge smile you were holding back flow freely out. Peter returns it fully, along with pink crawling up his neck and onto his face. Your smile recedes as you notice a sharp pain in your side, as Peter beats you looking at what exactly it was.
“Oh my god! Y/N!” He says as he runs over to you, “A bullet must have grazed you. We need to get you to Tony.”
“Ow! Shit!” You say as you realize what Peter just said, “Wait hold on, Tony as in Tony Stark?!”
“Yes he can help you with out is having to go to the hospital.” He says, slightly panicking.
“Why can’t we go to the hospital. It seems perfectly safe there,” You say watching the blood start to pour out of your side, you trying to stifle it with your hands.
“They ask questions there and we can’t deal with that if we’re superheroes,” Peter says calmly, “Can I pick you up?”
“Yes, but why can’t I just teleport both of us?” You question.
“Because my guess is that would make you bleed more, and you could be seen,” Peter says, taking you into his arm as and noting that you didn’t even protest to him picking you up, “Hold on love.” Crap why did I say love, he thinks, oh well she’s not protesting.
You both swing off towards Tony’s lab as the police arrive impossibly late.
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survived another march. Every single one feels like a little death, another month of mourning and remembering how short and ugly life is. Last march our country went on lockdown when the pandemic killing the world got bad enough here. My aunt died the day before the anniversary of your death. Just fuck march, so hard. I know it was your birth month, one of the few things I actually remember about you. So much is gone now, stolen by time. I even get your birthday wrong, and say 18th instead of 17th like a fucking dumbass. It sucks. I wish I was good enough to hold all the memories in, and never let a single one escape. Most days I feel like I’m not even able to remember what happened yesterday. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m 29 and I’m a mess.
my life has changed so much, but not in ways that matter it feels like. I feel so defined by death. Every single thing about me. My father died when I was a kid. My friends died when I was trying to figure myself out. My aunt died, and gifted me a house and some money to live off of for a little while. I would be living off of someone else otherwise since I can’t fucking do anything. Idk, maybe its wrong to make other peoples deaths about my life. Your life and your loss, it affected me, but it wasn’t about me. its kind of embarrassing how much I made it about me to be honest.
I’m glad I did though. It’s nice to read back what I wrote here about you, bring some of the memories back. I did forget the sound of your voice, like I was so scared I would. I kind of remember something, but it’s vague and weird and Ibr it’s probably fake. I tried so hard not to be angry like Anna was after you died, to accept in some twisted way that in your agency you did what you had to, but somehow I’m angrier now. We could have been good friends still, we could have made so many more memories. Maybe I’m just having a bad day.
real quick I’m gonna list whatever I remember since I already forgot so much. Idk if it will help considering if I remember almost ten years later, I’ll probably remember forever but at this point who the fuck knows:
You liked the borderlands theme song: ain’t no rest for the wicked. We talked about cage the elephant together in your car.
You held an exit door for me when leaving a school building before I even knew you. I remember that gesture of kindness made me feel like I could trust you.
we met at the library to study or exchange notes, fuck if I can remember why. I think a few others from class were there too. We exchanged numbers too somehow. Almost immediately after I called you like some asshole, begging you to give me a ride from the building with the packages to my dorm so I wouldn’t have to carry another heavy one all by myself. You’re the only guy I met at Oneonta that wasn’t some creep like the guy who helped me the first time. That’s probably why I was so desperate. You helped me because you were kind, or because you liked me idk. Thanks. I’m glad we met, I’m embarrassed when I remember how I asked a total stranger but better than not knowing you at all.
I forgot I had stolen chopsticks for you. Its so funny, I wish I could tell you about the shit I do now. I remember you stole a pen for me from the package place in that starbucks building on campus, I can’t be bothered to remember the name. I kept that stupid pen for years.
idk what else i remember, except finding you. calling 911, all that trauma shit. I wonder if your old roommates flashback to what happened in horror. I bet they do. I’d never get over it if I was them.
I remember you named your new car after one of your friends, jocelyn. I remember wondering if someday you’d name a car after me too. you promised to teach me how to drive a stick shift one day. I swear i’ll still learn, and think of you.
im sorry so little is left, we got so close so fast, but it was such a short period of time, so much time has past already and life after was so hard, i remember sleeping and crying through everything. through class, through meals. i fucking cried through my sleep. im crying right now and all i can remember is the stupidest shit about you.
fuck you for leaving so soon. i have so much cool shit id love to share with you.
i still stare at your steam and hate myself for never playing the stupid walking dead game you bought me. sometimes i feel like i should, and sometimes i wonder what the fucking point would even be anymore.
i still run into a person once in a while who makes me pause bc it feels like it could be you. just some random dude in a hoodie sitting across a restaurant (before the fucking pandemic) or in line at the grocery store. death is so fucking messy, mark.
i hope you watch out for your family, but if you have any leftover time, maybe keep an eye out on us once in a while too. i hate feeling so numb about what happened which is why i like to tear at the scar every once in a while and cry over you for an hour or so.
just fuck.
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New Jersey Kosher Market Shooting
Dec 11, 2019 | by Dr. Yvette Alt Miller
Two adherents of the Black Hebrew Israelites attacked a kosher grocery store in New Jersey, murdering three civilians and a detective, and wounding others.
Jersey City Mayor Steven Fulop said Friday it’s his opinion that the shooters who killed a police officer and three civilians on Tuesday afternoon had an even more sinister objective – killing students at a religious school next door.
“My opinion is that as more info comes out it’ll become increasingly clear that the target was the 50 children at the Yeshiva attached to that store,” the mayor wrote on Twitter just after 8 a.m. “We will never know 100% but the doorway to the yeshiva was 3 feet away (and) it seems he goes in that direction 1st.”
The two attackers, who identified with the Black Israelite group that is known for their anti Semitic views, killed four people during Tuesday’s rampage.
The same day, President Trump issued an executive order expanding Title VI of the Civil Rights Act to protect Jewish students on U.S. college campuses who are increasingly facing strident anti-Semitism.
“They mostly trade in anti-Semitism,” explains Heidi Beirish, director of the Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC)’s Intelligence Project, which tracks extremist groups, of the Black Hebrew Israelite movement. “They call (Jews) sometimes devilish imposters or devils, because they think of themselves as the true Israelites.”
The extreme group has roots in the 1800s, when some fringe Black Pentecostal preachers in the South began asserting that far from present day Jews being the “real” descendants of the ancient Israelites, black Africans were, and it is the descendants of America’s former slaves who are the “real” Jews, The movement gave birth to many factions, some of which are peaceful. But some factions have become extremist and angry. “Although most Hebrew Israelites are neither explicitly racist nor anti-Semitic and do not advocate violence,” the SPLC noted, “there is a rising extremist sector within the Hebrew Israelite movement” that foments intense hatred of Jews and calls for the death of slavery of Jews and Whites.
In the past decade, hostile, anti-Semitic Black Hebrew Israelite branches have proliferated, with dozens of new Black Hebrew churches springing up, particularly in the Northeastern United States. Members confront and harass both Jews and Whites. Black Hebrews gained attention in January 2019 when four racist Black Hebrew members spewed racist bile at a group of students from Covington Catholic High School when they visited the National Mall in Washington DC on a school trip. One student’s face-off with a Native American drummer, who later said he was trying to heal over the hateful rhetoric, went viral.
More recently, groups of Hebrew Israelites from South London gathered to terrify and scream at Hassidic Jews on Shabbat in the North London neighborhood of Stamford Hill, which is home to the largest Hassidic population in Europe. Police were called to the scene on September 7, 2019, after a group of 20-30 Hebrew Israelites gathered and screamed insults at passing Jews.
The London group said they went by many names, not only Hebrew Israelites, perhaps contributing to confusion about just how big their hateful cult is and what they stand for.
On Tuesday, December 10, 2019, two Hebrew Israelite members in New Jersey took their hate much further, writing an anti-Semitic manifesto. Though police have not released this document, they described it as brief and “rambling”. It seemed to call for violence and death to Jews.
The two killers, whose names I won’t dignify by using here, a woman aged 50 and a man aged 47, were wanted for murder in connection the earlier killing of Jersey City resident MIchael Rumberger, who was killed by a blow to his head and was found dead in the trunk of his car in Bayonne, New Jersey, on December 8.
Two days later, a veteran Jersey City Detective, Joe Seals, spied the killers in a cemetery in Jersey City. Realizing that they matched the description of suspects in Mr. Rumberger’s murder, Det. Seals approached the pair, who shot him dead in cold blood. Det. Seals, a 40-year-old married father with five children, was left dead on the ground in the cemetery.
The murderers then entered a U-Haul truck that they’d stolen and seemingly outfitted for a major terror attack. Inside were a pipe bomb as well as a second explosive device. The truck also housed their hateful manifest. The pair drove the truck slowly and deliberately about a mile, to the JC Kosher Supermarket. Owned by Moshe and Mindel Ferencz, the store opened three years ago to cater to a small but growing Jewish Hassidic population that has been moving to Jersey City from nearby Brooklyn. The Ferenczs were among the first Hassidic families to move, and they were raising their three young children in their new community.
Moshe had just stepped out of the store to attend the brief afternoon Mincha service in a synagogue next door when the killers pulled up outside. They pulled out high powered rifles and started firing at the kosher market, then burst inside and continued shooting. Panicked synagogue members witnessed the scene and frantically dialed 911. Within moments, SWAT teams and other police officers from across New York and New Jersey were congregating at the scene. As police helicopters circled overhead, law enforcement officers came under intense fire from high profile rifles.
The firefight lasted for hours. One nearby resident, 67-year-old Willy McDonald told reporters, “This is one of the biggest gunfights I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve been in Vietnam.” Schools in the area were put on lockdown and police officers went door to door urging residents to stay inside for their safety. Bus and train service were suspended in the area and an exit of the New Jersey Turnpike was closed amid the firefight.
A shopper inside JC Kosher Supermarket managed to escape and described what it was like when the killers burst in: “I was standing by the salad bar in the grocery and I heard three shots, bullets shattered the glass of the grocery. Suddenly I saw two people come in, with long black raincoats and long guns. They tried to point the gun at me. I pushed it away and ran away.”
Inside the store, two Hassidic Jews and one employee were murdered by the killers. Mindel Ferencz, 33, died in her store, leaving her three young children without their mother. 49-year-old worker Miguel Douglas was also murdered. The third victim was Moshe Deutsch, a 24-year-old rabbinical student from nearby Brooklyn. Several others were injured, including at least one Hassidic passer by outside, and one Hassidic customer who seems to have been shot several times as they ran out of the store.
Shockingly, Jewish members of a group called Americans Against Anti-Semitism visited the scene of the shooting later that night, and found that non-Jewish neighbors who’d gathered were blaming the Jews for the violence that had just resulted in their deaths. “They would do that to us,” one local woman said of the Jewish victims, somehow inverting the situation to make it seem as if Jews were killers. “I blame the Jews,” another local complained. “If they was dead, they got shot dead, that’s great” one local man declared. Several neighbors expressed the hope that Jews would move away.
“I’ve cried my eyes out already,” said Victoria Ferencz, Mindel’s mother-in-law. “I’m feeling pretty broken… I feel sorry for my son. (Mindel’s) going to heaven, but he and his children will have it hard.” Mindel personified “a life of selflessness, and dedication to others,” said a local Jewish organization. She and her husband Moshe, among the first Hassidic families to move into Jersey City five years ago, decided to open their supermarket to help support their friends and neighbors so they could easily access kosher food in their new community.
Grocery employee Miguel Douglas was praised by his pastor who told local reporters that Mr. Douglas was an immigrant from Ecuador and lived with his wife and eleven-year-old daughter: “He was an excellent person, he really looked out for his family, and they were inseparable.”
The day after the attack, Rabbi David Niederman, the Executive Director and President of the United Jewish Organizations of Williamsburg in Brooklyn, praised the victims, including Mr. Deutsch, whom he described as an “extremely kind and generous” and a “go-to person when his peers needed help”. Mr. Deutsch recently helped lead a food drive during the Jewish holidays that helped feed 2,000 people.
In the midst of speaking to reporters, Rabbi Niederman began to cry, saying, “Can you imagine a few hundred bullets went into the body of a 24-year-old?” referring to Mr. Deutsch. “How can we as a people, a community, bear that?”
His question is one all of us must ask. With this horrific attack, a new front has opened in what increasingly feels like a war against America’s Jews. Last year the FBI reported that Jews, which make up fewer than 2% of Americans, accounted for 57% of victims of hate crimes in the USA. The Anti-Defamation League reported that violent attacks on American Jews doubled in 2018 from their already high levels in 2017. In fact, 2018, the most recent year for which records are available, saw the third highest levels of ant-Jewish hate and attacks since records began. With the attack in Jersey City, a new hate group has taken its place among the many that seek our destruction.
As we mourn our murdered brethren and pray for the recovery of the shoppers and passersby who were injured in the attack, let’s take a moment to appreciate the Jewish life that was so brutally attacked. In the memory of those who were killed and injured, let’s embrace the Jewish life they so loved, and commit ourselves to doing mitzvot in their memories.
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I’m gonna start off with episode 6x9, then work 6x1 to 6x8. It’s the only way I can show Red’s perspective. Also take note there are two tapes. The tape of the call that exonerated Reddington and the tape of the caller that turned him into the police.
6x9 -
WHY he was turned in. Answers about his past -
Red: Someone identified me to the caller. We both know who and why.
Dembe: You have no proof it was Elizabeth.
Red: No. And I hope I’m wrong, but she’s hunting for my past. And putting me here makes it more likely she’ll find it.
Dembe: Raymond, you’re facing the death penalty. She would never put you in that position.
Red: Try to identify the person on the tape. And please reach out to the Task Force. I have a case.
Remove Liz because of Dembe’s lie. Then remove Samar, Cooper, and Aram. Neither were in NY, so they couldn’t have paid the girl who made the call.
Homeless Girl: It was a white woman. Dark hair. She didn’t give me her name. Just 100 bucks to call 911 and to say I seen a man with a gun. A man wearing a suit and hat.
Dembe told Red he showed the caller Liz’s photo. Remove men, since he can’t switch from claiming it was a female who paid her to claiming it was a male. This leaves the Alter Ego ex-girlfriend and Jennifer, with Ressler being the person who helped to put Red in prison because he's seeking answers about Red's past.
Backwards to 6x1 -
To Red’s past -
Ressler: So we’re still doing his bidding.
Cooper: I’m sorry, Agent Ressler?
Ressler: Reddington. He shot an unarmed man in FBI custody just so that Keen couldn’t identify that skeleton that he’s been lugging around like his life depended on it.
To Red’s past -
Ressler: The ID on the dead guy turned up as fake, but we sent the prints to Interpol and we got a hit.
Red: Tell me.
Ressler: Not until you tell us why you gave us this case, because it obviously wasn’t so we could arrest Dr. Koehler and expose his clients.
Red: Hans Koehler was a friend of mine. I suspected he was being held against his will. I wanted to save his life. Sadly, I failed.
Their description of The Corsican. Samar with Ressler, making the call -
Samar: Two minutes out. Moreau, Bastien. I need you to notify security he’s on site and Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. No, I do not have a positive ID, but you need to put the facility on lockdown and hold all passengers.
Over the radio: Code three, all responders. White male. Mid-50s. May be armed.
6x2 -
“Bad Time” in 6x2 and again in 6x8 -
Red: Bad time?
Liz: No.
Ressler replaces Jennifer hiding in Liz’s closet.
Hannah: Obviously, it’s a bad time. I shouldn’t -
Ressler: No, no, I can explain.
On the phone with Aram -
Liz: Aram, what is it?
Aram: He’s been arrested.
Ressler: That’s great news.
Aram: Great? Why would you say that?
Ressler: The guy’s a killer.
Aram: I know, but, look - I know theoretically that I should be happy that someone who’s done what he’s done has finally been caught, but I’m not. I’m sad.
Liz: Sad, about Moreau?
Aram: Moreau?
Ressler: You just said he was arrested.
Aram: No. We haven’t found Moreau. We’re still working on that.
Liz: Well, then who are you talking about?
Aram: Mr. Reddington. Mr. Reddington is the one that’s been arrested.
Liz: What? When?
Aram: Less than an hour ago, he was, uh - buying a pretzel. 30 years on the run, and a beat cop picks him up at a pretzel cart.
Ressler: Where is he now?
Aram: NYPD is holding him at the 27th.
Liz: Well, we have to go get him out.
Ressler: Police precinct, the most wanted man in America? There’s no getting him out.
Liz: Of course we can. We - We, the government. We have an agreement.
Ressler: Keen, he’s in the system now.
Liz: Does Cooper know?
Aram: He’s in with Panabaker.
Ressler: She’s not gonna do anything.
Liz: Is that what you know or what you want?
Aram: No one wants that.
Liz: For Reddington to get arrested so we don’t have to work with him anymore?
Ressler: Go ahead, Keen, say it. I know it’s what you’re thinking.
Aram: Thinking what?
Ressler: That I called it in. Reddington’s whereabouts, that they arrested him because of me.
Aram: That’s crazy. None of us would betray Mr. Reddington like that.
Liz: I don’t believe you did it, but I do believe you’re relieved it happened.
Ressler: Keen, all I do know is that it’s over, and nothing Cooper says is gonna change that.
Similar to The Corsican’s description in 6x1 -
Liz: They won’t acknowledge the agreement.
Red: I need you to focus.
Liz: They’re not gonna release you.
Red: Focus on what happened.
Liz: They’re gonna put you on trial.
Red: How it happened.
Liz: How?
Red: This wasn’t an accident. My luck didn’t just run out. Someone tipped them. Someone close.
Liz: What makes you think that?
Red: The cops were tipped off. Not specifically about me. That would’ve triggered a larger presence, and I would’ve noticed. Whoever did this told the cops as little as possible. Something about a middle-aged white male carrying a concealed weapon, something a couple of cops could follow up on quietly, discreetly.
Liz being gender-specific with “him” -
Liz: Do you have any idea who it was?
Red: That’s what I need your help to find out. Forget about the prosecutor and all this. I’ve been a step ahead of them for decades. I’m confident this won’t change that.
Liz: How can you say that?
Red: I need to find the person who betrayed me.
Liz: So you can kill him?
Red: I’d say that depends.
6x3 -
To Samar and Aram. "The whole story” ... Red’s past -
Samar: If Reddington’s right, he just killed five of his patients.
Ressler: You really think that’s why he gave us this case?
Aram: Meaning you don’t?
Ressler: He’s in federal prison about to start the legal fight of his life. I don’t know why this guy’s a priority, but I guarantee we’re not getting the whole story.
6x4 -
To the team -
Ressler: Reddington’s probably paying off the judge. He’s fine.
Liz: He’s not fine. You didn’t see him. He’s been hurt. I’ve never seen him like that before.
I’m not sure if this is still over comms with Aram -
Aram: Okay, got it. Got a license-plate number for me or any other details?
Ressler: No, the photo’s gonna have to do.
Aram: Okay. Give me a little time.
Liz: That’s, what, six customers in five hours? We’re gonna be here for weeks.
Ressler: Can I ask you something? You really worried about Reddington?
Liz: I am. He looked - weak.
Ressler: He’s fine. He can handle himself.
Liz: Out in the world, yeah, but prison - It’s different.
6x5 -
To the task force -
Ressler: A one-percenter gets knocked off for being in league with Reddington, and now he wants us to find his killer?
Samar: And Reddington has no idea who did it?
Liz: He’s got a lot of enemies who want a piece of his empire.
Ressler: Lucky for him, he’s got the FBI to protect it.
Cooper: As for protecting Reddington, he’s our C.I. Should he ever get out of prison, we’re gonna want him to be as powerful as possible.
Samar: His inheritance came as a complete surprise. Then what motivation would he have to kill his father if he didn’t know about it?
Aram: Well, let’s say he did know. How does a kid living in a trailer park outside Arlington connect in any way to Mr. Reddington?
Ressler: And if he doesn’t, why are we even on this case?
Cooper: Because something doesn’t add up, and I want to know why. Navabi, the people in his posts, I want to know everything about them. Ressler, Keen, talk to Peterson. Find out what he knew about his old man and when he knew it.
Introduce Hannah with the dark hair.
6x6 -
This goes to JB’s comment about Liz being ahead of Red -
Ressler: What about Reddington?
Liz: Reddington?
Ressler: Well, did you talk to him?
Liz: Oh. Yeah. He didn’t know anything.
Ressler: For once we know more than he does. Alright, I’ll, uh, call you when we find something.
6x8 -
Hannah comes into story -
Hannah: Oh, my God.
Ressler: It’s okay.
Hannah: “It’s okay”? She’s covered in blood.
Ressler: It’s not hers, though.
Hannah: It’s someone else’s blood?
Liz: I shouldn’t have come, so -
Ressler: No, no, no, no. It’s fine. Liz has to show me something outside. It’s just gonna be a minute.
Liz: It’s gonna take longer than that.
Ressler: Let me get my jacket. I’ll be back as soon as I can.
Hannah: Okay, uh, just - Be careful.
Red learns that Jennifer is seeking answers about his past -
Red: What’s wrong?
Liz: It’s Jennifer. She’s been taken. Jennifer was kidnapped by guards working for a man named Marko Jankowics.
Red: I didn’t realize you and Jennifer were still in contact.
Liz: We’re not. I hadn’t heard from her in months, and then she called me last night, crying. I could barely understand what she was saying, something about being scared and on the run.
Red: From a drug dealer like Sarkany?
Liz: You know him?
Red: Does Jennifer use drugs?
Liz: I don’t know. She said she was stranded in Federal Hill in Baltimore. She hadn’t even started thanking me for picking her up, and SUVs blocked my car and two armed guards got out. I killed one, but by the time I had, Jennifer was gone. And the print from the guard I shot showed that he was muscle for Jankowics.
Red: What are you not telling me? (Becomes Ressler’s involvement)
Liz: Nothing. That’s all I know.
Either it will reverse for Liz and Ressler, or Hannah will fall in as the dark-haired female that paid the homeless girl. So instead of Jennifer and Liz, it's Jennifer and Ressler. With Ressler turning to Liz instead of Liz turning to Ressler when Jennifer was taken.
Jennifer: Look, Liz, I get that we’re on our own and that Reddington can’t find out what we’re doing, but can you explain to me again why we can’t just go to one person in the FBI?
Jennifer: I never got to say thank you.
Ressler: Don’t thank me yet.
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Fatal shooting near Auburn University; three football players rumored to be among the victims; Update: AP confirms
New Post has been published on https://kidsviral.info/fatal-shooting-near-auburn-university-three-football-players-rumored-to-be-among-the-victims-update-ap-confirms/
Fatal shooting near Auburn University; three football players rumored to be among the victims; Update: AP confirms
http://twitter.com/#!/jaskline2007/status/211772376927580160
Twitter is buzzing with unconfirmed rumors that three Auburn University football players were among the victims of a shooting at University Heights apartment complex near Auburn University in Auburn, Alabama. (Photo, above, from the scene of the shooting is courtesy of The Auburn Plainsman.)
At this point it is not known how many people were shot or how many were killed. Nor is it known how many of the victims, if any, were former or current Auburn University football players.
Local and national mainstream media outlets have chosen not to report the names of any of the shooting victims.
@nzimmett @thomasryanjones @troycnn thanks, but we've been very scrupulous about not naming names until officially confirmed and (cont.)
— Evan Woodbery (@TheSaintsBeat) June 10, 2012
The Auburn Plainsman, the University’s student newspaper, reportedly tweeted an “unofficial report” stating that “former Tigers Ed Christian and Ladarious Phillips have died while former Calhoun County standout and current Auburn Tiger Eric Mack was wounded by a gunshot.”
RT @TheAUPlainsman Unofficial: Ed Christian pronounced dead at university village. Ladarious Phillips dead in… http://t.co/zow4QIYT
— rolandsmartin (@rolandsmartin) June 10, 2012
Twitchy has been unable to confirm any of these details. There is nothing about the shooting on the Auburn Plainsman’s website and as of 7:57 ET, @TheAUPlainsman Twitter feed does not name any of the shooting victims. (Update: Apparently the Plainsman did tweet the above but subsequently deleted its own tweet. Hat tip: commenter spot_the_dog.)
Meanwhile, Twitter and other social media outlets are filled with reports from people who claim to be in Auburn:
Just saw Eric Mack he's looking good, and my heart is hurting for my brothers lost tonight Ed Christian was second to none #godbless
— Joey Caldwell (@gentJoe47AU) June 10, 2012
An anonymous Reddit user who claims to have been on the scene at the time of the shooting wrote this:
“I live at the apartment complex where this happened. I was just up there. I saw one of the dead bodies. Saw his face. Definitely Ed Christian.”
In a subsequent post, the Reddit user elaborated:
My experience
Some friends and I were getting ready to go out to watch the boxing match at a bar. We stopped by a friend’s apartment a bit closer to the front of the complex on our way out.
We were sitting in the living room area when we heard what sounded to me like firecrackers. bang bangbangbangbang We all stopped and looked at each other. One of my friends dropped on the floor. We all went to a separate room, further back in the apartment. One of the other guys there said he heard more shots after we left the room.
We called 911, who said they already had officers on the way out. We looked out the window, where we had a pretty good view of the pool area and front of the complex. Which is where it all happened.
There were so many fucking people just fucking running the fuck away from the front. I could hear someone screaming. This screaming was unlike anything I’ve ever heard in my life. I don’t know if I heard someone screaming in pain or someone screaming in shock at seeing something. I left the room briefly. When I came back, the screaming had stopped. I don’t know if that screaming was from someone who died or someone who fled. Police arrived soon after. Saw them walking around with a flashlight.
We got in the car and tried to leave, only to be told that the complex is on lockdown. We’re not allowed to leave. No one is allowed in or out.
We got out and walked up to the front to see what we could see. The whole front of the complex is roped off with crime scene tape. There were ambulances, but they’re gone now. There’s firetrucks and shitload of police cars. Forensics showed up an hour or two ago.
My friend and I were able to get up pretty close. Saw one of the bodies. He’s lying on his back, kinda sprawled out. They had a white sheet over him. He’d bled through it. I guess he was shot in his chest.
Later on, forensics walked up to the body and lifted the sheet. Saw the guys face. As I said above, it was clearly Ed Christian.
That’s about all I saw. Spent a lot of time talking to people hanging around the scene.
Trying to figure out how to get out of my fucking lease. If anyone has advice, I would certainly appreciate it.
What I’ve pieced together
There was a group of people at the front of the complex. It was not a pool party, like everyone keeps saying. Some kind of argument started up. A fist fight broke out. Ed Christian was not one of the people fighting. He was holding one of his friends back, trying to stop the fight, when he was shot.
We’re pretty sure that Ladarious Philips (sorry if I spelled his name wrong) is another casualty.
We just heard that Eric Mack, who was taken from the scene to the hospital, has since died.
That’s all I know currently.
Many Twitter users believe the unconfirmed reports to be true and are sending their condolences:
@BreakingNews AUBURN COLLEGE FOOTBALL: former/current plyrs killed in shooting @ University Heights #EdChristian #LadariousPhillips
— Jessica Matney (@JessicaMatney) June 10, 2012
RIP Ed Christian one of the best players I ever played against in my life
— Xzavier Ward (@XtheLegend) June 10, 2012
RIP Ed Christian and Ladarious Phillips. Your lives were cut far too short. #AuburnShooting
— Jason Kline (@jaskline2007) June 10, 2012
Its crazy how I use to compete with ladarius phillips in football and track 2 years ago and now he's gone #thoushallnotkill
— Justin Cole (@TheJustinCole) June 10, 2012
I lost one of my teammate 2nite and lost my homeboi. RIP Ladarius Phillips
— CaptainGC6✈ (@TheAstronaut_6) June 10, 2012
Wow. Auburn's Ed Christian was a terrific kid to cover in recruiting. Always enjoyed speaking with him and he was always joking around. #RIP
— Tom Loy (@TomLoy247) June 10, 2012
https://twitter.com/BamaGentleman/status/211811019364900864
RIP Ladarius Phillips, you were a terror on the field, and an inspiration for kids that wear that #handleytigers jersey!
— BamaJunky (@2willthewill5) June 10, 2012
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In a post published a few months ago, Bleacher Report noted that Ladarious Phillips received national attention as a high schooler: “This attention came in large part because a) 300 lb. running backs don’t surface, well, ever and b) his high-school-highlight footage was nothing short of remarkable.”
Here is that highlight reel:
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Update: A local ESPN radio station reports the names of the rumored victims:
Ed Christian and Ladarius Phillips rumored to have been killed in a shooting. Thoughts and prayers go out to the entire #Auburn community.
— ESPN 105.1 The Zone (@1051TheZone) June 10, 2012
Will @ESPN and other national networks follow suit?
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Update: This appears to be Ed Christian’s Twitter page:
https://twitter.com/#!/BigEd_68
This appears to be Eric Mack’s Twitter page:
https://twitter.com/#!/Mr_Showtime60
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Update, 3:29 pm Eastern time: Associated Press confirms the rumors: Christian and Phillips were killed; Mack was wounded.
Shooting at a party near Auburn University leaves three dead, including two former football players: http://t.co/dMt7DLwT -CC
— The Associated Press (@AP) June 10, 2012
Police identify the shooting suspect as Desmonte Leonard: “Police said he should be considered armed and extremely dangerous, and an active manhunt is under way.”
Read more: http://twitchy.com/2012/06/10/fatal-shooting-near-auburn-university-three-football-players-reportedly-among-the-victims/
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