#false name

[veykun]

It is also humid in here :3 Darkos = Dark Henrik = Henry

[scriptcriminaljustice]

Omg your blog is amazing thank you so much I love it!!! 4 questions sort of: if my character is protesting and is arrested do they have to give their names? And if they don’t, will they be released? What sort of techniques would police use to find out their names? Would any of this change if they were wrongfully arrested?

People give false names and date of birth all the time and if someone doesn’t give a name, they are arrested and processed as John/Jane Doe. The only way for an officer to find out your character’s name is to do research. This usually involves asking other officers if they recognized your character’s picture, or looking through their records using your character’s description to find out if they have been arrested before. If this is the first time they have been arrested, then it is unlikely for the police to find out the identity. Nothing would really change if they were arrested wrongfully, for the character would still have to go through the system as Joe/Jane Doe if they did not give their name. 

[mintmacaroonn]

FALSE NAMES FOR WHEN WEIRDOS TALK TO ME LETS GO (It deadass happened, i feel like im picking a middle name for myself)

Iulia

Roxana

Sonia

Andra

Voting ended onJun 30, 2025

[crystalbluue]

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[angelalirg]

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[lovecrazywonderlanders]

Bread Crumb....looks like a really bad shortening of Benjamin Cucumbers name 😂 #Benedict Cumberbatch

[earhustle411]

NeNe Leakes Can't Catch A Break!!! Her Son Bryson Bryant Arrested In Connection To Check Forgery Case

NeNe Leakes Can’t Catch A Break!!! Her Son Bryson Bryant Arrested In Connection To Check Forgery Case

NeNe Leakes’ oldest son Bryson Bryant was arrested last week in Douglas, GA in connection with a check forgery case.

Bryant, 25 of Duluth, was not charged with check forgery. He had a fake check written to him, but he hadn’t cashed it yet so he couldn’t be charged for that, according to Coffee County investigator Robert Sprinkle. Bryant was arrested only because he provided the cops with a false…

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[sck501]

The Shawshank Deception

Before TB and I moved down to New Orleans, our neighbors had already started warning us to watch out for our neighbor. 

"Every neighborhood has one, and he's ours," our landlady pointed at his house. "He's been in a feud with the neighbors on the other side for years. Hopefully he won't redirect his focus onto you. But I'd be remiss in letting you rent the place without warning you."

Given TB's love of feuds - I was a little nervous about living next door to a powder keg of a person. And hearing the stories, he was a definite stick of dynamite. But, as long as we played nice, I figured we'd be able to get by.

Besides, I thought to myself, exaggeration is one of the hallmarks of southern communication. I'm sure he's not that bad. 

Now this neighbor, Big Bart, keeps his yard... grassless. I'm talking "oh, he poured concrete, put down flagstones, made a rock garden so he can have joyous parties" sort of grassless. I'm talking dirt. Dry, grey, spaghetti western dirt. Front yard, back yard, the strip between the sidewalk and the street - dirt, dirt, dirt.

One afternoon, TB, Mrs. Kravitz, and I are sitting out on the front porch, when Big Bart comes out front of his house with a leaf blower.

"What's he going to use that for," I whispered, "he doesn't have any leaves."

Big Bart turned that sucker on and used it to blow dust off his dirt yard. Then, he collected it onto the sidewalk and distributed it onto the neighbors' lawns. After that, he started clearing the street of dust, pushing it onto the across-the-street neighbors' lawns.

"Um... Mrs. Kravitz, he's blowing dirt onto your car," TB pointed out, since Mrs. Kravitz had parked in front of Big Bart's house.

"Eh, it's covered with dirt anyways," she said, "he'll probably end up cleaning it off."

So we sat, watching Big Bart clean the neighborhood street.

Mrs. Kravitz's phone rang. "Hello? Oh hey! Yeah, I have the numbers in my car. Let me grab them for you and call you back." Mrs. K got up, went to her car, and started rooting around for some paperwork.

Big Bart walked up to her.

"Oh Lord," TB whispered, "how's this going to play out?"

Well, the two of them ended up chatting for an hour - seemingly old friends who had much to discuss about the neighborhood, their lives, and the excitement of snowball season here in the Crescent City.

When they finally parted ways, Mrs. Kravitz came back raving about how nice our neighbor was. "Have you met Bart? No? He's so sweet. You should really get to know him. He's one of the nicest people I've met in the city."

For weeks, every time we saw Mrs. K, she would check in to see if we'd become friends with Bart. Each time we said no, because we hadn't, and she would chastise us for avoiding such a sweet person.

I started to feel guilty. Had I let idle gossip make me think a good man was bad? What sort of person was I?

One day, TB was talking with the landlady. 

"Have you had any run ins with your neighbor?" She asked.

"Oh, we've said 'Hi' to Bart a few times, but nothing substantial. Mrs. Kravitz talked to him for awhile. She's a big fan."

"Bart? No, I mean Nate."

"Nate? We haven't met Nate."

TB and the landlady went back and forth, about the neighbor named Nate versus the neighbor named Bart. The landlady didn't know a Bart. TB didn't know a Nate. 

"Describe Bart," the landlady asked, "because I don't know a Bart on this street."

TB described our dirt blowing neighbor.

"Oh Lord. He introduced himself as Bart? That's not his name. His name is Nate!"

Yep... Nate gave Mrs. K a false name. Apparently with a false name it's harder to look up all the nasty legal issues he's been wrapped up in.

So since I'm not sure what to call Big Bart slash Nate slash Mrs. K's bestie, I'm just going to call him The Dirt Blower from now on.