I gotta look up to the sky and tell the lord I'm leaning on you and I just make edits for each child each person in family and friends that passed away and went to heaven to be angels watching over the world Jesus I'm leaning on you rest in peace to those in this second edit Gracie Perry Watson, Inez Clarke Briggs, Annie Kerr Aiken, Annie Oakley, Alice Liddell, Larisa Ratmanski, Mania Halef, Anne Frank, Eva Munzer, Nellie Gray Bundy Johnson, Colleen Marie Applegate, Connie Lynn Taylor, Emilie Marian Bromundt, Robert Ferdinand Bromundt, Julia Allison Wise, Kimberly Michelle Adaway, Jason Alexander Black, Shirley June Tolle, Emmett Till, Violet Geneva Setty Tolle, Nora Mae Setty Boldman, John Setty, Maude Abanade Cadwallader Setty, Yvonne Mary Cayeaux Devitt, Karen Ann Culp, Phyllis Rebecca Crowe, Stacie Lee Swofford,Devan Brooke Duniver, Mary Louise Lehman Carman, Grace Leona Lehman Krout, Clara Alverta Myers Lehman, Adam Henry Lehman,Anna Catherine Roby, Russell Thomas Roby, Ricardo David Arterberry, Linda Therese Jones Arterberry, Traytease Lanette Arterberry, Clarence Edward Moore Jr., Meagan Lindsey Bradley, Peachlyn Bradley, Finey Ynfante Mechell, Lucas Ynfante, Jane Mora Ynfante, Francis Ynfante, Katy Ynfante Martines, John K Ynfante, Rozell Lucas “RL” Ynfante, Yolanda Rosamond Lombardo, Serena Daniel Aiken Simons, Martin Laurence Amos, Polly Bixby, Rosalia Lombardo and more Angels
When Manny Singer’s wife dies, his young daughter Molly becomes mute and withdrawn. To help cope with looking after Molly, he hires sassy housekeeper Corrina Washington, who coaxes Molly out of her shell and shows father and daughter a whole new way of life. Manny and Corrina’s friendship delights Molly and enrages the other townspeople.
Credits: TheMovieDb.
Film Cast:
Corrina Washington: Whoopi Goldberg
Manny Singer: Ray Liotta
Molly Singer: Tina Majorino
Jonesy: Joan Cusack
Sid: Larry Miller
Jevina: Jenifer Lewis
Jenny Davis: Wendy Crewson
Grandma Eva: Erica Yohn
Grandpa Harry: Don Ameche
Brent Witherspoon: Brent Spiner
Bratty Boy: Tommy Bertelsen
Repeat Nanny: Lin Shaye
High Heels: Noreen Hennessey
Shirl: Lucy Webb
Miss O’Herlihy: Juney Ellis
Rita Lang: Mimi Lieber
Liala Sheffield: Karen Leigh Hopkins
Mrs. Wang: Pearl Huang
Tommy: Marcus Toji
Joe Allechinetti: Louis Mustillo
Wilma: Patrika Darbo
Delivery Man 1: Don Pugsley
Annie: Lynette Walden
Business Associate: Bryan Gordon
Club Singer: Jevetta Steele
Woman in Audience: Yonda Davis
Percy: Curtis Williams
Lizzie: Briahnna Odom
Mavis: Ashley Taylor Walls
Frank: Harold Sylvester
Anthony T. Williams: Steven Williams
Lewis: Asher Metchik
Howard: Courtland Mead
Mrs. Werner: Sue Carlton
Gregory: Kyle Orsi
Mrs. Rodgers: Maud Winchester
Mrs. Morgan: K.T. Stevens
John Brennan: Christopher Chisholm
Chubby Boy: Bryan A. Robinson
Mrs. Murphy: Roz Witt
2nd Delivery Man: Sean Moran
Film Crew:
Screenplay: Jessie Nelson
Editor: Lee Percy
Producer: Steve Tisch
Executive Producer: Ruth Vitale
Original Music Composer: Rick Cox
Producer: Paula Mazur
Executive Producer: Bernie Goldmann
Director of Photography: Bruce Surtees
Music: Thomas Newman
Stunts: Ben Scott
Stunts: Kym Washington Longino
Associate Producer: Joe Fineman
Line Producer: Eric McLeod
Casting: Mary Gail Artz
Casting: Barbara Cohen
Music Supervisor: Bonnie Greenberg
Costume Design: Francine Jamison-Tanchuck
Production Design: Jeannine Oppewall
First Assistant Director: Phillip Christon
Second Assistant Director: David Minkowski
Second Second Assistant Director: Peggy Hughes
Production Accountant: Gwen Everman
Script Supervisor: Benita Brazier
Camera Operator: Geary McLeod
First Assistant Camera: Heather Page
Steadicam Operator: Kirk R. Gardner
Still Photographer: Suzanne Hanover
Gaffer: Alan Brownstein
Best Boy Electric: Steve Reinhardt
Key Grip: Charles Saldaña
Production Sound Mixer: David Kelson
Boom Operator: Randall L. Johnson
Key Makeup Artist: Michael Germain
Makeup Artist: Deborah La Mia Denaver
Key Hair Stylist: Candy L. Walken
Hairstylist: Julia L. Walker
Hairstylist: Michael Pachal
Property Master: Barbara Benz
Assistant Property Master: Michael D’Imperio
Art Direction: Dina Lipton
Set Designer: Louisa Bonnie
Set Decoration: Lauren Gabor
Leadman: John Maskovich
Construction Coordinator: Lars Petersen
Construction Foreman: Steven C. Voll
Transportation Coordinator: Billy G. Arter
Additional Editor: Lynzee Klingman
Supervising Sound Editor: Steve Richardson
ADR Voice Casting: Barbara Harris
Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Matthew Iadarola
Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Gary Gegan
Color Timer: Mato
Dialogue Editor: Lewis Goldstein
Dialogue Editor: James Matheny
Dialogue Editor: Kimberly Lambert
Dialogue Editor: Jim Brookshire
Dialogue Editor: Alison Fisher
Supervising Sound Effects Editor: Joel Valentine
ADR Editor: Darrell Hanzalik
ADR Editor: Mary Ruth Smith
ADR Editor: Jeff Watts
Assistant Sound Editor: Paul Silver
Assistant Sound Editor: Catherine Calleson
Assistant Sound Editor: Tony Cappelli
Foley Artist: Alicia Stevenson
Foley Artist: Zane D. Bruce
Foley Mixer: David Jobe
Foley Recordist: Don Givens
ADR Mixer: Charleen Richards-Steeves
ADR Recordist: Greg Steele
Music Editor: Will Kaplan
Set Dresser: Mike Malone
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hello you there! yes you! i want more ships with you! i don’t care if we have 0 or 12 i want more!! below the cut are my wanted opps for some of my muses give this a like if you like the look of any of them and we can work something out!
warning its a very long list
summer (haley lu richardson fc) x hailee steinfeld/any hot ladys or sexy dudes
heath (jacob elordi fc) x froy gutierrez/literally any euphoria girl/ troye sivan/ timothee chalamet basically any scrawny lil dudes
ross (gavin leatherwood fc) x kiernan shipka/maude apatow/halle bailey/zendaya/olivia scott welch/ any hot lady
addison (renee rapp fc) x kennedy mcmann/victoria pedretti/dakota johnson any hot lady lmao
ellis (rudy pankow fc) x chris evans/chris hemsworth/jamie dornan/cody christian/froy gutierrez/henry cavill
jensen (diana silvers fc) x kaitlyn dever/jacob elordi/rudy pankow/kj apa/
casper (alex landi fc) x any hot lady :)
cody (mason gooding fc) x BEANIE FELDSTEIN!!/ maude apatow/kj apa/hot ladies or sexy dudes
isla (katie mcgrath fc) x melissa benoist/natalie dormer/odette anable/ caity lotz/ basically any of the dctv ladies/sarah snook
nora (hayley atwell fc) x chris evans/sebastian stan/brie larson/tessa thompson/elizabeth olsen/natalie dormer/katie mcgrath/richard madden/kit harrington
alex (brie larson fc) x tessa thompson/dakota johnson/elizabeth olsen/lucy liu/gillian anderson/sarah snook
arielle (alexandra daddario fc) x margot robbie/alexandra daddario (not in an inc*st way, but in a gay people like to date people who look like them way and i think it would be funny since ari is a bit of a narcissist)/any hot women lol
natasha (evan rachel wood fc) x tessa thompson/richard madden/victoria pedretti
moody (dakota johnson fc) x brie larson/elizabeth olsen/jamie dornan/robert pattinson/victoria pedretti
***Spoiler alert for a few plot lines and scenes from the first two episodes of “Hollywood.”
Netflix hosted a sneak peek of Ryan Murphy’s “Hollywood,” a seven-episode series for Netflix, on Sunday night at the San Vicente Bungalows in West Hollywood.
Without giving away too many spoilers, the show takes place in post-WWII Hollywood. David Corenswet stars as Jack, an aspiring actor who becomes a call boy in a prostitution ring run by a slimy gas station owner (Dylan McDermott).
“I would say that it is almost a revisionist history of Hollywood,” Laura Harrier, who plays a Dorothy Dandridge-like character dating an aspiring director (Darren Criss), told Variety. “I love to think about what the world could have looked like had we been able to have representation of women, of people of color, of people of the LGBTQ community at the beginning of Hollywood. How would movies and TV look different? How would the world look different?”
How that retelling of Hollywood history plays out is yet to be seen, but the show also features Tony-nominated Jeremy Pope as Archie, a gay screenwriter who becomes romantically involved with one of his call boy customers, a still-unknown Rock Hudson (Jake Picking). Fictionalized versions of Hudson and other Hollywood idols appear on the show.
“Archie is fearless,” Pope said. “He is going to make things happen. He is not ashamed of who he is and what he has to do to get there, which is what I love about him. He is trying to occupy a space in the industry that is not built for him.”
Pope first met with creator Murphy in June the day before the Tony Awards, where the actor was nominated twice for his work in “Choir Boy” and “Ain’t Too Proud — The Life and Times of the Temptations.” “There was no script,” Pope told Variety. “All I knew was ‘Archie, a writer,’ but Ryan asked me to trust him and go on this journey with him, and here we are at the first screening.”
The chemistry between Pope and Picking is undeniably strong. “I looked at Jeremy in the eye and we were both like, ‘We’re going to do this.’ That was exciting for me,” said Picking, who added that there was an intimacy coordinator on set. “I saw the spark in Jeremy’s eyes and I knew he was committed. That’s what made everything so enthralling.”
Corenswet is seen in some of “Hollywood’s” most compromising–and naked–positions, including an unforgettable scene with Patti LuPone, who plays a former silent movie star now married to a studio boss. “The first half of the scene I get to sit there and listen to her deliver this amazing monologue and then she gets to tell me to undress,” he said. “It’s the most uncomfortable moment, getting undressed down to your tighty-whities in front of Patti LuPone!”
Murphy was unable to make the screening due to working on the movie adaptation of the Broadway musical “The Prom,” also for Netflix.
Others from the show were in attendance were producers Ian Brennan, Alexis Martin Woodall and Janet Mock and cast members Maude Apatow, Michelle Krusiec and Mira Sorvino. The guest list included Judd Apatow, Laverne Cox, Antoni Porowski, Adam Shankman, Annie Starke, EJ Johnson, Lisa Rinna, Harry Hamlin, Rumer Willis and Zelda Williams.
Mr. Raynard Arnold Eller, age 94 of Purlear passed away Sunday, October 13, 2019 at his home.
Funeral Services will be held 2:00 p.m. Thursday, October 17, 2019 at Wilkesboro Baptist Church with Dr. Chris Hefner officiating. The family will receive friends from 12:30 until 1:30 PM prior to the service at the church.
Burial with Military Honors by Marine Corps League Brushy Mtn. Detachment # 1187 will be in Mountlawn Memorial Park.
Mr. Eller was born July 12, 1925 in Wilkes County to Percy and Ora Mae Eller. He served in the United States Marine Corps during World War II and was a recipient of the Purple Heart. He was a member of Wilkesboro Baptist Church.
In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by his wife, Jo Angelyn Blackburn Eller, five brothers, James M. Eller, twin brother Raymond Eller, Edward G. Eller, Max P. Eller and Rex J. Eller.
He is survived by one daughter, Bettie Kroutil and husband Bob of Santa Fe, New Mexico and two sons, Ron Eller and wife Beth of Huntersville and Rich Eller and wife Patty of Franklin, TN, four grandchildren, Josh Eller, Alison Eller, Jack Fornadel and Abbie Richard and three great grandchildren, Sterling Richard, Kyrie Richard and Edye Sandvick, three sisters, Christine Eller and Haline Eller both of Wilkesboro and Nancy Barnes of Tega Cay, SC and one brother, Kent Eller of Pulear.
In lieu of flowers memorials may be made to Mountain Valley Hospice and Pallative Care, 401 Technology Lane, Suite 200, Mt. Airy, NC 27030 or Wilkesboro Baptist Church, PO Box 61, Wilkesboro, NC 28697.
Grayson Fender, 72
Mr. Grayson Mack Fender, age 72 of Traphill, passed away Saturday, October 12, 2019 at Woltz Hospice Home in Dobson, NC.
Funeral services were , October 15, at Old Roaring River Primitive
Baptist Church, Austin Traphill Road with Elder John Lyon, Elder Lowell Hopkins, Elder Carlton Brown, Elder George Paul and Elder Tommy Pegram officiating. Burial was in the church cemetery. .
Mr. Fender was born February 12, 1947 in
Alleghany County to George Lundy and Gladys Clyde Dowell Fender. He retired from Chatham Manufacturing in Elkin and Textiles, Inc. in Ronda and was a member of Old Roaring River Primitive Baptist Church for 24 years having served as a Deacon for 23 years. Grayson dearly loved his family, neighbors and friends from church. He loved helping his family, neighbors and hunting and fishing. He also loved farming.
He was preceded in death by his parents.
Mr. Fender is survived by his wife; Rachel Lyon Fender of the home, a daughter; Charlotte Mae Fender Sloan and husband Matthew of Traphill, a son; Randel Mack Fender and wife Etta of Traphill, three grandchildren; Jordan Fender and wife Maygan, Austin Sloan and Garrett Fender and wife Lakyn, three step grandchildren; Tiffani Galloway, Rachel Higgins and Luke Higgins, expecting two great grandchildren in December and April, two brothers; Jim Fender and wife Ellen of Sparta and Bob Fender of Elkin and special friends; Billy Dowell and Bobby Dowell.
Pallbearers were Guy Brown, Jordan Fender, Garrett Fender, Austin Sloan, Keith Lyon, David Spicer, Micky Durham and Derek Brown.
The family wishes to give a Special Thanks to Mtn. Valley Hospice for their care of Mr. Fender.
Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Woltz Hospice Home 945 Zephyr Road, Dobson NC 27017.
Harold Eller, 70
Mr. Charlie Harold Eller, age 70 of Purlear passed away Tuesday, October 8, 2019 at his home.
Graveside Services were October 9, 2019 at New Hope Baptist Church Cemetery in Purlear with Rev. Dean Crane officiating.
Mr. Eller was born January 5, 1949 in Wilkes County to Clyde Thomas and Nora Belle Faw Eller. He was a member of New Hope Baptist Church and retired from Gardner Glass.
In addition to his parents he was preceded in death by two sisters; Ernestine Wiles and Arliene LeFever, three brothers; Franklin Eller, Willie Eller and Jimmy Eller, three sisters-in-law; Mazie Eller, Jewel Eller and Judy Eller, two brothers-in-law; Glenn Wiles and Fred LeFever.
He is survived by his wife: Linda Wyatt Eller of the home, one daughter; Michelle Ann Hogan and husband Paul of Hope Mills and one son; Christopher "Chris" Harold and wife Carene of Ferguson, five grandchildren; Kasey Bolick, Elizabeth Lentz, Ashley Hogan, Rebecca Hogan and Steven Hogan, four great grandchildren; Harmony Swaenepoel, Makenzie Murph, Lillian Murph and Daniel Murph, three sisters; Loriene Castle and husband Lloyd of Wilkesboro, Christine Edmonds and husband Bill of Abingdon, VA. Maxine Johnson and husband Tony of Traphill, four brothers; Filmore Eller and wife Alberta of Wilkesboro, Richard Eller of Purlear, Marvin Eller of Wilkesboro and Max Eller and wife Janice of Hays and two sisters-in-law; Betty Eller and Annie Lee Eller both of Wilkesboro.
In lieu of flowers memorials may be made to Mountain Valley Hospice and Pallative Care, 401 Technology Lane, Suite 200, Mt. Airy, NC 27030
Johnny Shepherd, 72
Johnny Ray Shepherd, age 72, of Archdale, passed away Monday, October 7, 2019 at High Point Medical Center. Johnny was born June 26, 1947 in Wilkes County to Harlie C. and Della Stamper Shepherd. He was owner of JR Shepherd Electrical Repair. Johnny enjoyed playing the guitar, the harmonica, fishing, and his performance cars. He especially loved spending time with his family. Mr. Shepherd was preceded in death by his father and his mother, Della Stamper Shepherd Frazier.
Surviving are his son, Brian Shepherd and spouse Melissa of Thomasville; grandchildren, Blake and Luke Shepherd both of Thomasville; brother, Buster Shepherd and spouse Peggy of Jamestown; and sister, Marie Shepherd Fite and spouse Bobby of Flint, Texas.
Funeral service was October 9, at Miller Funeral Chapel with Rev. Gene Shepherd officiating. Burial followed in Mountlawn Memorial Park. Flowers will be accepted.
Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements. Online con
Edward Brown, 87
Edward Eugene Brown, age 87, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Sunday, October 6, 2019 at his home. Edward was born February 13, 1932 in Wilkes County to Ray and Maude Prevette Brown. Mr. Brown was a member of Second Street Baptist Church. He loved to farm his cattle when he was able; loved his children and grandchildren. Edward was preceded in death by his parents and nine siblings.
Surviving are his wife, Betty Renegar Brown; daughter, Wanda Cleary and spouse Ronnie of Hays; son, Tommy Brown and spouse Rebecca of North Wilkesboro; grandchildren, Samantha Lusk and spouse Freddie of North Wilkesboro, Kristy Cothren and spouse Marty of Hays, Amanda Robinson and spouse Stephen of Asheville, Daniel Brown and spouse Keri of North Wilkesboro; great granddaughters, Sydney Massengill, Mary Cothren and Katie Cothren; several nieces and nephews.
Funeral service was October 9, at Haymeadow Baptist Church with Rev. Danny Dillard, Pastor Michael Golden and Daniel Brown officiating. Burial followed in the church cemetery. Flowers will be accepted.
Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.
Callie Haynes, 88
Mrs. Callie Mae Johnson Haynes, age 88 of North Wilkesboro, passed away Sunday, October 6, 2019 at her home.
Mrs. Haynes was born January 16, 1931 in Wilkes County to William Beshears and Belva Johnson. She was a member of Oak Grove Baptist Church. For over 60 years she was the Co-Owner of the Beauty Bazaar in North Wilkesboro.
In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her husband; Edgar Gray Haynes, Sr. and a sister; Minne Rae Ashley.
She is survived by a son; Edgar Gray Haynes, Jr. and wife Angela M. Haynes of North Wilkesboro, two grandchildren; Heather Lynn Haynes and Alicia Dawn Haynes and a niece; Jenny Sale.
In lieu of flowers, the family would appreciate that memorials be made to Wake Forest Care at Home Hospice 126 Executive Drive Suite 110 Wilkesboro, NC 28697.
Patty Hendren, 67
Mrs. Patty Sue Link Hendren, age 67 of Hays, passed away Saturday, October 5, 2019 at her home surrounded by her family.
Funeral services were October 10th, at Reins Sturdivant Chapel with Brother Larry Adams and Mr. Kevin Prevette officiating. Burial was in New Light Baptist Church #1 Cemetery.
Mrs. Hendren was born September 12, 1952 in Wilkes County to William Baxter Link (Bill) and wife Thelma Marie Kelly Link. She was retired from Tyson Foods. Mrs. Hendren was a member of Welcome Home Baptist Church in North Wilkesboro.
In addition to her parents she was preceded in death by a son; Russell Lee Hendren and a brother; Larry Link (Bill).
She is survived by a daughter; Dotty Cheek of Hays, a son; Mickey Hendren and wife Denise of Greeley, CO, five grandchildren; Bethany Hendren, Justin Caudill, Justin Hendren, Jasmine Johnson and Darius Jackson, a twin sister; Kathy Prevette and husband Perry of North Wilkesboro and a special nephew Kevin Prevette.
The family wishes to thank all those that helped Patty during her extended illness. All of the friends, caretakers and visitors during that time are too many to name but each one is greatly appreciated by the family. Thanks also to Medi Home Health and Hospice.
Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to the Wilkes Humane Society PO Box 309 North Wilkesboro, NC 28659 or Window World Cares St. Jude's Children's Research Hospital 118 Shaver Street, North Wilkesboro, NC 28659.
Acton, Lily
Adams, Lizzie
Adkinson, Sarah
Adshead, Norman
Adshead, Rose Ann
Aitken, Irene
Andrew, Dorothy Mary
Andrew, Joseph
Andrew, Mary Emma
Arrandale, Albert
Arrowsmith, Winifred
Ashcroft, Netta
Ashton, Dora Elizabeth
Ashton, Ellen
Ashworth, Ada
Ashworth, Brenda
Ashworth, Elizabeth
Ashworth, James
Ashworth, Sarah
Aveyard, Clara Ethel
Baddeley, Elizabeth Mary
Baddeley, John
Bagshaw, Bertha
Barber, Squire
Bardsley, Joseph
Bardsley, Lily
Bardsley, Nellie
Barker, Elsie
Barlow, Charles Henry
Barnes, James Edward
Battersby, Elizabeth
Baxter, William
Beech, Joseph
Bell, Norman John
Bennett, Ethel
Bennett, Frances
Bennett, Nellie
Bennison, Charlotte
Bent, Arthur
Berry, Irene
Bill, Edith Annie
Birchall, Mary Ivy
Bird, Violet May
Black, Alice
Boardman, Kathleen May
Boardman, Mary Louisa
Bogle, Geoffrey
Bolland, Alice
Bowers, Mary Elizabeth
Bradshaw, Miriam
Brady, Edith
Bramwell, Harold
Bramwell, Vera
Brassington, Charles Geoffrey
Brassington, Nancy Anne
Bridge, Doris
Bridge, Jane
Brierley, Albert
Brierley, Edith
Broadbent, Lily
Brock, Edith
Brocklehurst, Charles Edward
Brocklehurst, Vera
Brooder, Irene
Brookes, Lily
Brookes, May
Brown, Alice
Brown, Mary Alice
Brown, William Henry
Buckland, Edward
Buckley, Ethel
Burke, Elizabeth Mary
Butcher, Lydia Edith
Cains, Ida
Callaghan, Sean Stuart
Calverley, Edith
Campbell, Annie
Carradice, Marion
Carrington, Alice
Carroll, Josephine May
Cartwright, Hannah
Chadwick, Wilfred
Challinor, Ivy Elizabeth
Challoner, Genevieve
Chapman, Irene
Chappell, Alice
Chappell, Wilfred
Charlton, John
Charnock, George
Cheetham, Albert
Cheetham, Alfred
Cheetham, Elsie
Cheetham, Hena
Cheetham, Norah
Cheetham, Thomas
Chidlow, Amy
Clarke, Fanny
Clayton, Elsie
Clayton, Frances
Clee, Beatrice Helen
Clough, James
Condon, Thomas
Connaughton, Alice Hilda
Connors, Michael
Conway, Margaret Ann
Coomber, Frederick
Cooper, Ann
Copeland, Erla
Copeland, Sydney Hoskins
Couldwell, Constance Anne
Coulthard, Ann
Coutts, Mary
Couzens, Hilda Mary
Cox, Eileen Theresa
Crompton, Eileen Daphne
Crompton, Frank
Crompton, John
Crossley, Lily
Cullen, Lilian
Cuthbert, Valerie
Davies, Cissie
Davies, Eric
Davies, Fred
Davies, Miriam
Dawson, Fanny
Dean, Elsie Lorna
Dean, Joan Edwina
Delaney, Bessie
Denham, Christopher
Dentith, Frederick
Devenport, Ronnie
Dixon, Alice
Dobb, Edgar
Dolan, Ethel
Drinkwater, Alice
Drummond, Joseph
Dudley, Mary Rose
Dutton, Elaine
Earls, Doris
Earnshaw, William
Eddleston, Harold
Eddleston, Monica
Edge, Agnes
Evans, Bethel Anne
Everall, Hannah
Everall, Joseph Vincent
Farrell, Phyllis
Fernley, Marie Antoinette
Firman, Mary Elizabeth
Fish, Hilda
Fitton, Hilda
Fletcher, Dorothy
Fletcher, Elizabeth
Floyd, Arthur
Fogg, Leah
Foulkes, Edwin
Fowden, Thomas
Fox, Moira Ashton
France, John
Freeman, Harold
Freeman, Winifred
Frith, Hannah
Galpin, Minnie Doris Irene
Garlick, Rose
Garlick, Violet
Garratt, Mary Alice
Garside, Millicent
Gaskell, Marion
Gaunt, Mary
Gee, Nellie
Gess, Clifford
Givens, William
Goddard, Edith
Godfrey, Elsie
Golds, Annie Elizabeth
Gorton, Alice Maude
Graham, Edith
Gray, Rebecca
Greenhalgh, John Sheard
Grimshaw, Annie
Grimshaw, Muriel
Grundy, Donald Anthony
Grundy, Kathleen
Grundy, Nora
Hackney, Clara
Hackney, Clara
Hadfield, Violet
Hague, William
Hall, Josephine
Halliday, Frank
Hallsworth, Janet
Hamblett, Leonora
Hamer, Mary Emma
Hammond, Caroline Veronica
Hampson, Jesse
Hancock, Christine
Hannible, Elsie
Harding, Joan Milray
Harris, Charles
Harris, Harriet
Harrison, Christina
Harrison, David Alan
Harrison, Marion
Harrison, Muriel Eveline
Harrison, Samuel
Harrop, Elsie
Haslam, Mary Elizabeth
Hawkins, Sarah
Healey, Winifred
Heapey, Clifford Barnes
Heapey, Gladys
Heathcote, Irene
Heginbotham, Olive
Hennefer, Ellen
Hett, Mary Jane
Heywood, Ada
Heywood, Florence
Hibbert, Hilda Mary
Hickson, Robert
Higginbottom, George Eric
Higginbottom, Peter
Higgins, Barry
Higgins, Lily
Higham, Marion Elizabeth
Highley, Ruth
Higson, Ellen
Hill, Sarah Ann
Hillier, Pamela Marguerite
Hilton, Ada Matley
Hilton, John
Hirst, Emma
Holgate, Ethel Doris
Holland, Alline Devolle
Holt, Alice
Hopkins, Dorothy Doretta
Howcroft, John
Hulme, Hilda
Hurd, May
Iwanina, Jozef
Jackman, Harold Edward
Jackson, Maureen Lamonnier
Jackson, Nancy
Jameson, Ronald
Jeffries, Beatrice
Johnson, Norah
Johnson, Richard
Johnston, Leah
Jones, Alice Mary
Jones, David
Jones, Hannah
Jones, Ivy
Jones, Jane
Jones, Robert Edward
Jordan, Mary Ellen
Keating, Mary
Kellett, Ethel May
Kellett, Fred
Kelly, Ellen
Kelly, Moira
Kennedy, Alice
Killan, Charles Henry
King, Elsie
King, James Joseph
Kingsley, Mary
Kitchen, Alice Christine
Lacey, Renee
Leach, Florence
Leech, Edith
Leech, William Henry
Lees, Olive
Leigh, Carrie
Leigh, Joseph
Leigh, Wilfred
Lewis, Elsie
Lewis, Florence
Lewis, Peter
Lilley, Jean
Lingard, Robert Henry
Linn, Laura Frances
Livesey, John Louden
Llewellyn, Edna May
Lomas, Harry
Lomas, Ivy
Long, Dorothy
Longmate, Thomas Alfred
Lord, Jane Ellen
Lowe, Beatrice
Lowe, Esther
Lowe, May
Lyons, Eva
MacConnell, Charles
Mackenzie, Selina
Mackie, Christina McCulloch
Mansfield, Mary Ann
Mansfield, Walter
Marley, Martha
Marsland, Sarah Hannah
Matley, Maud
McDonald, Kathleen
McLaren, William James
McLoughlin, Gertrude
Melia, Joan May
Mellor, Elizabeth Ellen
Mellor, Samuel
Mellor, Winifred
Meredith, Oscar
Metcalfe, Margaret
Middleton, Deborah
Middleton, Mary
Mills, Samuel
Mitchell, Cyril
Mitchell, Wilbert
Molesdale, John Bennett
Morgan, Emily
Moss, Bertha
Moss, Hannah
Mottram, George Henry
Mottram, Hannah Helena
Mottram, Pamela Grace
Moult, Thomas
Mullen, Nellie
Mycock, Miriam Rose Emily
Needham, Nora
Nicholls, Violet
Nichols, Fanny
Nichols, Lily
Nuttall, Hervey
Nuttall, Norah
O'Sullivan, Thomas
Ogden, Mary
Oldham, Agnes
Oldham, Samuel
Oswald, Frances Elaine
Otter, Enid
Ousey, Margaret
Ovcar-Robinson, Konrad Peter
Overton, Renate Eldtraude
Oxley, Phyllis
Parker, Marjorie
Parkes, Annie
Parkin, Laura Victoria
Parr, Bertha
Pearce, Elizabeth
Pedley, Rosetta
Penney, Vara
Pickering, Leah
Pickup, Kenneth
Pickup, Mavis Mary
Pitman, Edith
Platt, Elsie
Platt, Marion
Pomfret, Bianka
Potts, Frances
Potts, Reginald
Powers, Annie Alexandra
Preston, Ada Marjorie
Prestwich, Alice
Proud, Ethel May
Quinn, Marie
Ralphs, Anne Lilian
Ralphs, Ernest Colin
Rawling, Alice
Reade, Audrey
Redfern, Tom
Renwick, Dorothea Hill
Richards, Jose Kathleen Diana
Richardson, Alice
Riley, Stanley
Roberts, Edith
Roberts, Esther Hannah
Roberts, Gladys
Robinson, Eileen
Robinson, Eveline
Robinson, Lavinia
Robinson, Mildred
Rogers, Elizabeth Ann
Rostron, Jane Frances
Rowarth, Dorothy
Rowbottom, Annie
Rowland, Jane Isabella
Royles, Elsie
Royston, Betty
Rudol, Ernest
Russell, Tom Balfour
Sankey, Margaret
Saunders, Albert Edward
Saunders, Gladys
Scott, Edith
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Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks (June 7, 1917 – December 3, 2000) was an American poet, author, and teacher. She was the recipient of many awards for her work and influence; including the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry on May 1, 1950, making her the first African American woman to receive that award.
Throughout her career Brooks received many more honors. She was appointed Poet Laureate of Illinois in 1968, a position held until her death, and Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1985.
Early life
Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks was born on June 7, 1917, in Topeka, Kansas, and died on December 3, 2000 in Chicago, IL. She was the first child of David Anderson Brooks and Keziah (Wims) Brooks. Her father was a janitor for a music company who had hoped to pursue a career as a doctor but sacrificed that aspiration to get married and raise a family. Her mother was a school teacher as well as a concert pianist trained in classical music. Family lore held that her paternal grandfather had escaped slavery to join the Union forces during the American Civil War.
When Brooks was six weeks old, her family moved to Chicago during the Great Migration; from then on, Chicago remained her home. According to biographer Kenny Jackson Williams, Brooks first attended a prestigious integrated high school in the city with a predominantly white student body, Hyde Park High School, transferred to the all-black Wendell Phillips High School, and then moved to the integrated Englewood High School. After completing high school, she graduated in 1936 from Wilson Junior College, now known as Kennedy-King College. Due to the social dynamics of the various schools, in conjunction with time period in which she attended them, Brooks faced racial injustice that over time contributed to her understanding of the prejudice and bias in established systems and dominant institutions in her own surroundings as well as ever relevant mindset of the country.
Brooks began writing at an early age and her mother encouraged her saying, ''You are going to be the lady Paul Laurence Dunbar."
After these early educational experiences, Brooks never pursued a four-year degree because she knew she wanted to be a writer and considered it unnecessary. "I am not a scholar," she later said. "I'm just a writer who loves to write and will always write." She worked as a typist to support herself while she pursued her career.
She would closely identify with Chicago for the rest of her life. In a 1994 interview, she remarked on this,
"(L)iving in the city, I wrote differently than I would have if I had been raised in Topeka, KS...I am an organic Chicagoan. Living there has given me a multiplicity of characters to aspire for. I hope to live there the rest of my days. That's my headquarters.
Career
Writing
Brooks published her first poem, "Eventide", in a children's magazine, American Childhood, when she was 13 years old. By the age of sixteen she had already written and published approximately seventy-five poems. She received commendations on her poetic work and encouragement from James Weldon Johnson and later, Langston Hughes, both well-known writers with whom she kept communication with and whose readings she attended in Chicago. At seventeen, she started submitting her work to "Lights and Shadows," the poetry column of the Chicago Defender, an African-American newspaper. Her poems, many published while she attended Wilson Junior College, ranged in style from traditional ballads and sonnets to poems using blues rhythms in free verse.
Her characters were often drawn from the inner city life that Brooks knew well. She said, "I lived in a small second-floor apartment at the corner, and I could look first on one side and then the other. There was my material."
By 1941, Brooks was taking part in poetry workshops. A particularly influential one was organized by Inez Cunningham Stark, an affluent white woman with a strong literary background. Stark offered writing workshops to African-Americans on Chicago's South Side, which Brooks attended. It was here she gained momentum in finding her voice and a deeper knowledge of the techniques of her predecessors. Renowned poet Langston Hughes stopped by the workshop and heard Brooks read "The Ballad of Pearl May Lee." Brooks continued to work diligently at her writing and growing the community of artists and writers around her as her poetry began to be taken more seriously. She and her husband frequently threw parties at their apartment at 623 E. 63rd Street and it was in the kitchenette of that apartment that Brooks hosted a party for her friend and mentor Langston Hughes. Once he unexpectedly dropped in and famously shared a meal of mustard greens, ham hocks, and candied sweet potatoes with Brooks and her husband Henry Blakely.
Brooks' published her first book of poetry, A Street in Bronzeville (1945), with Harper and Row, after strong show of support to the publisher from author Richard Wright. He said to the editors who solicited his opinion on Brooks' work:
"There is no self-pity here, not a striving for effects. She takes hold of reality as it is and renders it faithfully.... She easily catches the pathos of petty destinies; the whimper of the wounded; the tiny accidents that plague the lives of the desperately poor, and the problem of color prejudice among Negroes."
The book earned instant critical acclaim for its authentic and textured portraits of life in Bronzeville. Brooks later said it was a glowing review by Paul Engle in the Chicago Tribune that "initiated My Reputation." Engle stated that Brooks' poems were no more "Negro poetry" than Robert Frost's work was "white poetry." Brooks received her first Guggenheim Fellowship in 1946 and was included as one of the “Ten Young Women of the Year” in Mademoiselle magazine.
In 1953, Brooks published her first and only narrative book, a novella titled Maud Martha, which in a series of thirty-four small vignettes, follows the life of a black woman named Maud Martha in detail as she moved about life from childhood to adulthood. It tells the story of "a woman with doubts about herself and where and how she fits into the world. Maud's concern is not so much that she is inferior but that she is perceived as being ugly," states author Harry B. Shaw in his book, Gwendolyn Brooks. Maud suffers prejudice and discrimination not only from white individuals but also from black individuals who have lighter skin tones than hers, something that is direct reference to Brooks' personal experience. Eventually, Maud stands up for herself by turning her back on a patronizing and racist store clerk. "The book is ... about the triumph of the lowly," Shaw comments.
In 1967, the year of Hughes' death, Brooks attended the Second Black Writers' Conference at Nashville's Fisk University. Here, according to one version of events, she met activists and artists such as Imamu Amiri Baraka, Don L. Lee and others who exposed her to new black cultural nationalism. Recent studies argue that she had been involved in leftist politics in Chicago for many years and, under the pressures of McCarthyism, adopted a black nationalist posture as a means of distancing herself from her prior political connections. Brooks' experience at the conference inspired many of her subsequent literary activities. She taught creative writing to some of Chicago's Blackstone Rangers, otherwise a violent criminal gang. In 1968 she published one of her most famous poems, In the Mecca, a long poem about a mother's search for her lost child in a Chicago apartment building. The poem was nominated for the National Book Award for poetry.
Brooks' second book of poetry, Annie Allen (1950), focused on the life and experiences of a young Black girl as she grew into womanhood in the Bronzeville neighborhood of Chicago. The book was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for poetry; she also was awarded Poetry magazine's Eunice Tietjens Prize.
Her autobiographical Report From Part One, including reminiscences, interviews, photographs and vignettes, came out in 1972, and Report From Part Two was published in 1995, when she was almost 80.
Teaching
Brooks said her first teaching experience was at the University of Chicago when she was invited by author Frank London Brown to teach a course in American literature. It was the beginning of her lifelong commitment to sharing poetry and teaching writing.
Brooks taught extensively around the country and held posts at Columbia College Chicago, Northeastern Illinois University, Chicago State University, Elmhurst College, Columbia University, City College of New York, and the University of Wisconsin–Madison.
On May 1, 1996, Brooks returned to her birthplace of Topeka, Kansas. She gave the keynote speech for the Third Annual Kaw Valley Girl Scout Council's "Women of Distinction Banquet and String of Pearls Auction."
Archives
The Rare Book & Manuscript Library (University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign) acquired Brooks' archives from her daughter Nora. In addition, the Bancroft Library at UC Berkeley has a collection of her personal papers, especially from 1950 to 1989.
Family life
In 1939, Brooks married Henry Lowington Blakely, Jr. They had two children: Henry Lowington Blakely III, born on October 10, 1940; and Nora Blakely, born in 1951.
From mid-1961 to late-1964, Henry III served in the U.S. Marine Corps, first at Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego and then at Marine Corps Air Station Kaneohe Bay. During this time, Brooks mentored his fiancée, Kathleen Hardiman, today known as anthropologist Kathleen Rand Reed, in writing poetry. Upon his return, Blakely and Hardiman married in 1965. Brooks had so enjoyed the mentoring relationship that she began to engage more frequently in that role with the new generation of young black poets.
In the year 1990, her works were given a permanent home when Chicago State University established the Gwendolyn Brooks Center for Black Literature and Creative Writing on campus. On her eightieth birthday, in 1997, Brooks was honored with tributes from Chicago to Washington, D.C. Gwendolyn Brooks died of cancer at her Chicago home on December 3, 2000.
Honors and legacy
1946, Guggenheim Fellow in Poetry
1946, American Academy of Arts & Letters Award
1950, Pulitzer Prize in Poetry
1968, appointed Poet Laureate of Illinois, a position she held until her death in 2000
1976, the Shelley Memorial Award of the Poetry Society of America
1985, selected as the Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress, an honorary one-year position whose title was renamed the next year to Poet Laureate
1988, inducted into the National Women's Hall of Fame
1989, recipient, Life Time Achievement Award from the National Endowment for the Arts.
1989, awarded the Robert Frost Medal for lifetime achievement by the Poetry Society of America
1992, awarded the Aiken Taylor Award by the Sewanee Review
1994, chosen as the National Endowment for the Humanities' Jefferson Lecturer, one of the highest honors in American literature and the highest award in the humanities given by the federal government.
1994, Recipient of the National Book Foundations's Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters
1995, presented with the National Medal of Arts
1995, honored as the first Woman of the Year chosen by the Harvard Black Men's Forum
1995, received the Chicago History Museum "Making History Award" for Distinction in Literature
1997, awarded the Order of Lincoln award from The Lincoln Academy of Illinois, the highest honor granted by the State of Illinois
Brooks also received more than 75 honorary degrees from colleges and universities worldwide.
Legacy
1970: "For Sadie and Maud" by Eleanor Holmes Norton, included in Sisterhood is Powerful: An Anthology of Writings From The Women's Liberation Movement (1970), quotes all of Brooks' poem "Sadie and Maud"
1970: Gwendolyn Brooks Cultural Center, Western Illinois University, Macomb, Illinois
[ here's the writing I've been working on :3c this is part one and I'll link the others once they're out. I'm choosing to keep things short! Gordon and Quirox belongs to @quiescent-trolls ]
Yet another day, where the sun is setting on the alien planet, and the two moons are shining as brightly as they ever have. It was in the back of a bar that the four humans were awakening from their slumber, as they always did.
How long as it been? Months? Maybe even a year? Who knew, time felt fake the longer they remained in this place. At least they had a place to stay, didn't they? And it's not like they lacked people to rely on either.
Jack was sitting on the strange bug-bean chair, a little goopy, but at this point it didn't even bother him. His time on Alternia has been pretty good- arguably, it was even better than what earth had to give him. Him and his friends found a home in Jet and Nigrip, and a caring figure as well as safe place in Gordon and his library. Jack even had nice company with Quirox, and the chill quiet time the two of them shared was always nice. And yet... Yet Jack felt so incredibly homesick. He missed the earthly sun, he missed feeling the rain on his skin, he missed the warm and calming purr of his own cat- he missed his home planet.
Slowly but surely, Jack has grown... Strangely resentful of his friends- to him, it felt like they didn't care as much as him to get back, as he was definitely the most active member in their quest to return home.
Obviously, Jack was mistaken. Elie always wanted to help, but felt like she couldn't contribute to anything, being so weak and frail- and last time she attempted something, it ended up in her boyfriend almost dying. On the other end, Alex was more focus on protecting his friends. He didn't want any of them to get hurt, and he was the strongest one out of them all. Ever since the accident, though, Alex was left devoided of energy- and quite frankly scared of going out. He wouldn't admit it, but this planet was terrifying him.
Silence was only growing stronger between the four young adults. They still cared for eachother- but it was clear than an unspoken tension was growing after Alex's injury.
Truly, the one glue of the group in those tense times was Maud- her natural cheerful nature and enthusiasm was keeping the group's spirit and morale up. Often would she organise games with everyone- even inviting Gordon to join in the fun!
Distraction was always the best medicine for hard time, wasn't it?
[ Third and last part !!! Here is the previous one! I am not writing for at least a month /j ]
Jack took a step back, his face contorting in a mix of sadness and anger. "You better have a good fucking reason, maud" he retorted.
"I- Jacky-o! I can explain I promise-" the girl finally replied after what felt like ages of dead silence. She was trying her best to smile- but considering the situation it felt more eerie than comforting.
How could she even begin to justify this? From all angles, this looked bad- Jack didn't want to turn on one of the only friends he had back on Earth, but this did not help. Did she.... Not want them to leave? Why? Has some troll successfully manipulated her after finding out about them? Were they about to get sold to the empi-
" I just- I wanted the fun to continue!" She replied, cutting off Jack's train of thoughts. " Merry Elie, Alexy, you and I have been having so much fun as of late- I didn't want to go back so soon! We even made new friends! Don't you want to spend time with me, Jacky-o? Don't you want to stay with your new friends?" She tilted her head innocently, a genuinely curious expression on her face.
"well he's alive! And we all are!" She gleefully replied.
"What the hell are you on about-" Jack muttered in disbelief- was she actually serious? "Maud, Alex almost DIED- Hell- WE all could die here! Do you even- do you realise the danger we've been in??" His voice was desperate, almost pleading for Maud to wake up from whatever daydream she was having.
"THAT'S NOT THE FUCKING POINT!!" Jack yelled, he was frustrated with Maud- he knew she could be an airhead and delusional- but this was too much. "Do you want us to die here??! Is this- is this entire god damn thing just some game to you?! Maud- Maud please-"
"Is it not to you, Jacky-o?" Maud's smile started to turn into a sad frown- was her friend not happy to be here with her? Why was he so upset?
"No- it isn't! Why would it- Maud have you lost your damn mind?!"
The futuristic girl seemed confused "I... I just wanted to spend time with my friends..." She mumbled, her voice shaking as Jack was staring at her with an horrified, pained look on his face. "I thought we could all have a fun adventure here! Jacky-o, you love aliens, right? You should love it! Why aren't you enjoying it?" The girl was crumbling bit by bit... Hugging herself for comfort. Her own legs starting to shake under the pressure.
"... Because we're stuck here- how can we enjoy it if we're stuck here! Just think for once!" Jack answered, completely baffled by Maud's words- he was slowly letting his anger get the best of him, his tone getting more and more accusatory as he went on.
" But we never were stuck here! We can go back whenever-" Maud gasped, putting a hand on her mouth. Oh no. She has revealed something she was not supposed to.
".... Have you been lying to us this entire time?" Jack voice broke saying those words- tears were building up in his eyes "You lied to me?"
"I-I- I just- "
"You what?! You wanted us to have fun?? Didn't you see how much we've been struggling?! How- Why- what is wrong with you?!" Jack cut her off, trying his best to hold in the tears. He felt ... betrayed.
Maud's breathing quickened and so did her heartbeat- He was upset- and after that, they probably all will be. They all were going to hate her now, weren't they? Tears started to run down Maud's cheeks as she run out of the room in a panic- before Jack could register what was happening.
"MAUD!" Jack cried out before beginning to run after her through the hallway, but Maud was fast, fast enough to dash through the door before anyone else could even see her- too busy organising the celebration.
It was an out of breath Jack that eventually arrived to the main room, to the surprise of Alex, Elie and the two trolls.
"jack- you good?" His sister asked, slowly spotting the hint of red in Jack's eyes- has he been crying?
"Maud- she-" he took a deep breath "she ran out- we- we gotta find her!" As much as he hated what Maud has done, she was still a friend, and there was no way he'd leave her all alone on this planet. No, impossible.
"I'll go get her-"
"No Al', I'm gonna get her, ya stay there, got it?" Nigrip cut the man off before heading outside as fast as she could.
"I- alright..."
"What happened?" Elie asked, concerned.
Jack proceeded to tell the entire conversation to his two friends, Jet listening along from the side. Elie didn't know how to process it- was Maud not the sweet girl she seemed to be? She clinged onto Alex for comfort, and the man hugged her tightly. In all honesty, he wasn't sure how to take this revelation either... The accident left a scar on his back, and while he has been quiet about it, his back just hasn't been as good as it used to. The fact it could've been avoided entirely made him feel like this was all for nothing- his friends could've been protected instantly by just... Going back to earth.
A silence fell between the four people left in the underground hideout, waiting for the return of the other troll.
It took a while, but once Nigrip was back, Jack immediately went to her, hoping Maud was following behind!
...
The olive's expression was telling another story, however. "Couldn't find her" was all she muttered.
"What do you mean you couldn't find her?!" Jack asked aggressively "she couldn't have gotten far from here!"
"look Jack- I dunno, okay??! I searched all around the damn place and found nothin' ! The sun's rising and I can't go and search longer or else I'll be dust by tomorrow!" The troll hissed out of frustration.
"Well then I'll go do it my self!" He pushed Nigrip aside violently and walked up the stairs, before being stopped by someone grabbing his arm.
"Jack..." A raspy voice called, in a surprisingly soft tone. It was Jet "It's better to spend the day here and search tomorrow. The sun's not gonna help"
Jack violently teared his arm away from Jet's grip, and as he was about to yell in an angry outburst, he just... Falls to his knees, his head in hands.
"Just get some rest, alright?" Nigrip gave Jack a gentle pat on his shoulder before going to her bed, Jet following.
Elie and Alex remained silent, the two of them walking to Jack and hugging him for comfort.
Jack has been researching- a lot. While the technology of the machine they arrived in wasn't alternia tech, there was a good amount of books that could help him understand how those mechanisms worked in the first place. You'd be surprised how close the two planets' technology could be- putting aside the design choices. Obviously, this took him a long, long time- ever since Alex's attack, he has been working even harder towards his goal.
It took him what was probably two or three months of almost non-stop working, which worried Maud quite a bit. Every time Jack would fall asleep at his makeshift desk, she'd bring him a blanket. Every time he was about to leave for a long time alone, she'd drag him back just for a bit of relaxation. She was worried the man would kill himself out of exhaustion.
One fateful day, when he was observing the machine in their hiding spot, with Nigrip guarding the place, Jack finally figured it out- what the engine needed to be able to work again! A strange mix of melted crystals that, apparently, worked alongside a magnetic field to be able to teleport... Or something. He wasn't sure how exactly it worked, but it was the most compelling solution he had found! The inner machinery seemed to hint to it, anyway.It's not a solid conclusion, but it's something. And at this point, it was everything to him.
"FUCK YEAH!" The red haired man yelled, hands in the air- the book he was using settled in his laps.
"You found it?!" Nigrip's pupils widened as she rushed to him, lifting him up in the air. "FUCK YEAH DUDE! You genius!"
"HEY- PUT ME DOWN!" Jack wiggled in the troll's arms before being dropped on the ground. "But yeah! I think I got it! It's some sort of melted crystal mix... I bet this will help Maud refresh her memory- I'm sure she'll know what kind of rocks it is"
"... Might be hard to find, though- I mean crystals like that gotta be under empire's supervision... Under the fleet's protection, even-" the troll smirked "I always wanted to get to those fuckers!"
"Woah woah- chill" Jack chuckled "one thing at a time, right? First let's tell the others! It's gonna blow their damn mind"
"Ahah! ya got it mister genius" she playfully hit jack's arm "Alright, let's head off"
And with that, the two excitedly made their way back to the base! Jack entered with a bright smile- a rare sight. He proceeded to loudly announce "GUYS- GUYS! I GOT IT" to the entire bar- and very quickly, two humans came rushing in, alongside a troll who was slightly lagging behind.
"Got what, kid?" Jet asked, amused.
"The fuel! I know what we need!"
"You what?!" Elie gasped, putting a hand over her mask, trying to contain the tears of joy she was about to let loose.
"Jack! That's awesome! " Alex rushed in to squeeze Jack into a tight embrace- leaving the red head to squirm like a worm out of his grip.
"Alex- ALEX-"
"Ah- Sorry- Sorry!" Jack was instantly let go, leaving Alex to apologize profusely.
"So you cracked the code, huh?" Jet asked.
"Well uh- partially ! I know we'll need a sort of mix of different crystals- but I don't know which ones exactly... Though Maud could help with that! Speaking of-" Jack looked around the room, trying to catch a glimpse of the futuristic girl. "... Where is she?"
"Beats me!" Elie replied with a shrug "I don't think she went out though, she'd never go without a warning or something"
"Maybe she's in her VR thingy?- She's been using it a lot as of late..." Alex suggested.
"Go 'n find her, me and Nigrip are gonna prepare ya four a good old celebration party!" Jet winked, signing Jack to go.
The man's first instinct was to check Maud's room- obviously! It was where she'd end up most of the time, when they weren't spending time together.... But it seemed she wasn't here, huh... Strange....
Jack was starting to worry- Maud rarely, if ever, went out alone, especially not without telling someone about it. As he kept walking through the dead silent barman's place, he heard the quiet shuffling of papers from a specific room... His room. The room in which he spent most of his time tirelessly searching for the truth about this god forsaken Machine.
As he opened the door and stepped in, his heart was beating like crazy- did a troll break into their base? Was it the end for them? Thankfully, all worries were lifted off his shoulders as soon as he saw the familiar figure of Maud in the room.
"Ah- Maud! Thank fuck you're here I-"
He was stoped dead in his track as his eyes took more of the current scene, Maud wasn't just organising the papers around- she was tearing them apart piece by piece. The entire room was just a cemetery for Jack's months worth of research.
The red head's face instantly changed as the girl just stared at him helplessly- her expression was completely unreadable as she froze like a deer in headlights.
"Maud... What the Fuck are you doing" Jack spoke, his voice quiet and shaky, before he repeated himself, this time, louder and "what the FUCK are you doing??!"