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Suspects Charged In Connection With Celebrity Twitter Bitcoin Scam Hack
Suspects Charged In Connection With Celebrity Twitter Bitcoin Scam Hack
Two teenagers and a 22-year-old were charged with hacking the Twitter Inc accounts of famous people including former President Barack Obama, billionaire Bill Gates and Tesla Chief Executive Elon Musk, the Department of Justice said on Friday.
Mason Sheppard, a 19-year-old British man who went by the alias Chaewon, was charged with carrying out the hack, as well as related wire fraud and money…
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Two People Arrested In Connection With Flying Drones Around Gatwick Airport
Two People Arrested In Connection With Flying Drones Around Gatwick Airport
A 47-year-old man and a 54-year-old woman have been arrested in connection with the “criminal use of drones” that forced the shutdown of London’s Gatwick international airport for several days, affecting 140,000 holiday travelers.
Police said the pair were from the small town of Crawley, near Gatwick.
No one had claimed responsibility for the bizarre incidents that forced the closure of the…
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Man charged in connection with acid attack
Man charged in connection with acid attack
A man has been charged following an acid attack on a young business student and her cousin in east London.
John Tomlin, 24, faces two charges of grievous bodily harm with intent and will appear before Thames Magistrates’ Court later, police said.
He will remain in custody until then.
Tomlin, of Colman Road, Canning Town, handed himself in to police on Sunday.
Resham Khan, 21, and Jameel Muhktar,…
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File #010 [The Missing Persons Incident || Open]
Well, this was a twist alright.
A fresh new face... seems like she was no worse for wear but man, this poor thing’d gone right from the frying pan into the fire. Did she even know about the whole ‘let’s kill your friends, it’ll be awesome’ part? He was guessing not. Lately he’d felt less and less charitable so the others could catch her up. Honestly they were probably still willing to deceive themselves with this friendship game. He had too, briefly, but that’d been nipped in the bud recently. All the better. He would look into mystery girl’s story later but for now he wasn’t in the mood to go through all the preliminary conversations. As soon as those were out of the way, he’d have time aplenty for her. He probably wanted to be alone, he knew that much, but wasting time with self-pity was... well, a useless past time, and one he’d mostly left in the past. So the least he could do was make himself useful. Sure, maybe the chickadee was the key to this mystery but until he questioned her more he wouldn’t know. So for now he’d keep a cool head and have a look elsewhere. The weather station seemed as good a better as any so to the grey sad looking building it was!
He pushes the doors open and winces a little at the musty decor. The grey clashed against the white that was not all around his feet. Hard to tell if the place had been touched recently but... one thing was for sure, it didn’t really fit in with the usual town’s fare. Which is why it was interesting, really.
Much like himself, really.
And perhaps much like his position among his peers.
The truth of it was returning, being alive as a whole, would only trouble people. It’d certainly ruin his family’s story of him being tragically killed in the riots... and the people he worked with? Hell, they’d either find another broker or cheer the demise of another lowlife. So where did that leave him? Well, it left him wanting his survival. For no one but himself, he supposed. Did that new girl have people waiting for her? He didn’t know her, didn’t even get the name, but she probably did. They all did, no doubt. So they might be fighting for their own life even harder, with a passion he couldn’t possibly empathise with. Quite the disadvantage.
‘A brave mask for a weak little man’, was it?
Weak was a stupid word for it, in his eyes. Sure, people can hurl their stones and call him this and that. It didn’t hurt. It wasn’t disappointing she thought that, either. He was simply being smart. It was fine like this. Their fault for thinking sticking around and being supportive meant something. It was as he told Hina. Those who want to believe you will. Even if all the evidence says otherwise. That’s what a bond should be. A best friend. A girlfriend. A parent. Two parents. A whole school. How many people would abandon him? People were the worst. He was just making use of them, like they made use of him so where was the harm in that? There was no way he could just stick around and believe in someone sincerely, not anymore. Bearing your heart or whatever, it was impossible. Hell, he wasn’t sure he had anything left in him to give, anyway.
At this point, Suishou just shrugs off the intrusive thoughts. They won’t help him. And help is what he needs about now if he wants out of here. The group is thinning and if he doesn’t want to be next he needs to hurry up and MacGyver something that either makes him useful or gets him out of here. Honestly, preferably the latter. He peeks into one of the file cabinets and flicks through some of the envelopes before hearing the door creak open once more. It’s a good thing it’s so loud. He regards the person with a look and then tilts his head almost shrugging before going back to his searching.
“Ah, if you’re here you can pretend I said something very clever or charming I’m sure. So-rry, too busy to really think of something good.“
File #009 [The Rock Star’s Incident || Open]
It was hard to put the feeling into words. Any word that came to mind seemed too strong for the sensation. Disappointment was so... expectant... sadness, way too gloomy, way too strong... maybe the word was just... tired.
If the positions had been switched, would Hokori Aoki given him the time of day? Most likely not. That’s what Suishouryuu figured. The mighty information broker now given a human, mortal name... well, he always had one, really, it just... he seemed less grandiose now, somewhat. It wasn’t just the name, it was the feelings he had to juggle. He hated those. He’d much rather everyone look at him with disdain and distrust. That he could deal with. It was predictable, effortless and easy to handle. You never had expectations with people and in riling them up you often got more information than even they’d realize. It was perfect. But these days it wasn’t so simple. If he pushed too hard in this climate, he was dead. Hell, he was half-sure some people still wanted him dead, people like Tadao Myojin. Others he was sure would be more ambivalent. Hina would probably cry but geez, that girl’d probably cry over literal spilled milk.
So where did that then leave him, the boy who loved to get people angry at him? Nowhere nice, that’s for sure. He found himself reaching for a non-existent pendant on the journey home, looking through the window in a clearly non-committed fashion. He had to regroup and figure out some good tactics here but more and more people were dying; faster than he’d expected, actually. He was smart, sure, fast too. But others could overpower him and hell, luck’s always a part of this.
Mr. Mayor hadn’t even done them the courtesy of informing them of the new area. Actually, after getting TKO’d he’d been rather quiet, something Hotaru took as rather negative rather than a boon. He was annoying but he provided some reference point. Him being quiet was probably a bad sign. It was a good thing he checked out the train sign. He hadn’t even checked out the housing accommodations. Honestly, he’d deal with that later. Right now he wanted to do something so going to this new area would have to do.
The cursory look gave him nothing, really, more of the greenery, more of the saccharine pleasantness. Same old, same old. His eyes guided him to the first building of superficial interest; the aquarium, in fact. Somehow being here does wonders for his mind. Maybe it’s a good thing he wandered off here. Being surrounded by all this water, the teal-blue ambient... the lack of noise... it felt like time somehow stopped. Like no one’d really died. Good. Maybe this was the perfect place to regroup.
He falls back to lean on one of the walls as he takes in the scenery.
Hotaru Sumino, the failed former genius musician with the goddamn messed up hand. If he did get out, his family’d probably find some way to screw him over. After all, to them, their poor boy already died ‘tragically’. Good god. Well, he wanted to live, that much was enough. But did he want to do that on his own? ... That... should’ve been easier to answer than it was right now.
Whatever, it was fine. He needed to re-bandage his hand later and check on the housing situation. For now though... for now... he’ll just relax here. Or he would’ve, until he heard the footsteps. He lazily flicks one eye open to check on the situation and offers and half-hearted wave. If there’s one thing he has the energy to do, it’s talk. He has always has the energy for that.
“Small world, my friend, small world. Not sure about the usage but I can learn to appreciate this place.”
Backup File #005 [Cross(stitch) My Heart || Hina]
Looking back on it, part of him wondered why he had been so desperate to keep it a secret. They were facts, the sort he dealt with on a daily basis. Was it the simple hypocritical matter of ‘it’s not alright if it’s him’? That might contribute some but it’s more than that. It’s more that he feels... the dynamic change, and with it, the opinions. He predicts a few paths, a few interactions and none of them sound all that pleasant nor worthwhile. Interaction number one. ‘Ohhh my godddd you really liedddd that’s not okayyyy how could you, so mean’. Couple that with the whole ‘are you really a rich kid’, ‘did you really fake your death’ questions and crap. Then you had the even less desirable part two of comments about the hand, either how sad and terrible it was or how, L-O-L it’s broken. Either way it tried his patience and he needed that for other things, relevant things.
Ahhh, it’s all so bothersome.
Maybe that’s why he headed to the clinic. It seemed quiet there, and not all that damaged. Besides, he was figuring out first-hand just how troublesome his code was. Like this, he couldn’t even re-do his own goddamn bandages. Which meant his useless hand was even more useless, hooray, hooray. And unfortunately, it was the only one he could use. Which, more than any secret he held, concerned him from the standpoint of it made life generally quite hard. Especially a life when you could end up brutalized by somebody desperate. Especially when you were Suishou, someone most people simply did not like. Rightfully so, probably, but still. Concerning, to say the least.
He probably spends too much time than needed to just stare at the medical gear before silently coming to terms with the fact there’s nothing he can do with it. He’s taught himself to be capable with both hands, but, if one’s barred that’s already no good.
The door opening almost made him curse. Almost.
He’d rather not be in jail as well as ridiculed. His eyes scan the entrant and he mentally breathes a sigh of relief. Just Hina. At the very least, she’s not as irritable as most of the others.
“My. Well, I can’t say I was expecting the company. Should I just go ahead and get out of your way? ... Or is it that you were searching for me, lil bambina?”