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Harriets Odd Encounter Sr Alexander 240512
In a dramatic and tension-filled episode, Harriet, a woman of unusual interpretation and composure, finds herself in a precarious situation when a man, overwhelmed by her startling declaration of love amidst a crowd, snaps. His attempted aggression culminates in a futile attempt to shoot Harriet, which fails spectacularly due to a combination of her quick reflexes and a presumed layer of supernatural protection known as sanctuary. The bullets, unable to find their target, leave Harriet unscathed amidst the ensuing chaos and screams of the onlookers. Demonstrating her extraordinary calmness and strategic thinking, Harriet uses the opportunity to disarm the assailant, tackling him with surprising speed and immobilizing him before he can draw another weapon. Her actions not only thwart an immediate threat but also display a level of mastery and control that leaves the gathered crowd, a mix of students possibly including some associated with White Oak staff, in awe and reluctant to intervene.
The standoff concludes with Harriet firmly subduing the leader, her authoritative voice cutting through the tension as she commands the dispersal of the crowd and reflects on the misplaced ardor and poor leadership choices that led to the confrontation. Her words seem to resonate, prompting those present to reconsider their actions and the direction they're headed. After securing the situation and ensuring no further threats, Harriet seamlessly transitions back into her role as Warden Fairfax, making a professional call for a containment team to take over. The resolution of this encounter, while highlighting her prowess and tactical acumen, also adds to her reputation, earning her possibly both respect and the burden of being sought out for advice. As the adrenaline of the confrontation fades, Harriet returns to her planned activities, which humorously include taste-testing a potentially deadly wine, thus wrapping up a day that blends danger with a touch of domesticity—a testament to her multifaceted life and responsibilities.
(Harriet's odd encounter(SRAlexander):SRAlexander)
[Sat May 11 2024]
In Kitchen
The kitchen is a spacious and well-appointed area, with modern appliances and
ample counter space. The walls are painted a crisp white, with gleaming subway
tiles forming the backsplash. The countertops are made of polished granite,
their dark hues contrasting beautifully with the white cabinetry. The cabinets
are made of high-quality wood, with sleek, modern handles that add a touch of
sophistication to the space. A large island stands at the center of the
kitchen, its surface providing additional workspace and seating for casual
meals. The island is equipped with a sink and a built-in range, making it a
functional and versatile addition to the kitchen. Stainless steel appliances,
including a large refrigerator, a double oven, and a dishwasher, are
seamlessly integrated into the cabinetry. A set of large windows above the
sink offer a view of the estate's grounds, flooding the kitchen with natural
light.
It is afternoon, about 73F(22C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey clouds.
The man is a little taken aback by her choice of interpretation when it comes to the word 'single'. Her stunning declaration of love wins a lot of confused looks from the students, but all it does for the man is push him over the edge of his thin patience. Perhaps it's the feeling of losing control of the room that compels him? Maybe he just thinks very highly of his odds, but the mans hand clenches, the neurological impulse from his brain his his hands and the processes repeats a dozen times as he attempts to empty the clip in Harriet's direction.
There's a lot of screams that open up from that, but nobody else seems to join him in the fray.
Harriet interprets a lot of things quite differently than most. It is perhaps what makes her so unique, and why many are drawn to her, and also why some cannot stand her whatsoever. She is not your usual woman when it comes to personality. Amidst the ensuing chaos, she stands miraculously unscathed, or not so miraculously since the group here likely understands sanctuary and the man's aim is pretty useless against it with his body simply being unable to follow his commands. Her composure is still intact although the gunshots, as loud and jarring as they may be, fail to hit her. Inwardly, she is praying that all of the rest of the people in this warehouse have sanctuary, too. She bolts forward with a burst of incredible speed right after the clip is unloaded, trying to tackle the leader as it seems he is not going to take the easy road in this situation.
There's a moment of chaos while the rounds whizz by. It isn't just sanctuary, of course. A man's shot might not being able to strike to kill, but Harriet knows this best. Cool, calm, collected. She's a beacon of serenity in a moment of absolute chaos. Where others would react with instantenous violence, hers is calculated. No less brutal mind you.
Clearing the space between them in startling immediacy, the man exhales sharp and swears, he reaches in his pocket for another weapon perhaps, she might expect the flash of a dagger, some twisted ritualistic thing but...no.
It doesn't matter, the lighter in his hand never manages to snap open. Harriet has him down immediately, powerless he curses and struggles. But, it appears she's won the crowd, nobody moves to assist.
A seasoned operative, Harriet has closed the gap between herself and the very agitated leader, and with that precision and swiftness that is exercised, she thwarts him in a tackle, taking him down to the ground. As his body thuds against the floor with a force that likely knocks the wind out of him due to her strength, she swiftly maneuvers to pin him, immobilizing his arms and securing him to be a helpless sprawl of a man beneath her. "Enough of this tomfoolery," she exclaims at the man before she looks up from her position atop the leader. "The show is over, and it is time you all went home and reconsidered your night's plans. Go on, scatter, and let this be a lesson in choosing your battles and who leads you into them," she says in a tone that is brooking no argument. "Think about the path you are on, and ask yourselves if it is truly with it. There's a better way to make your mark in the world."
With that, the situation winds down. No desperate attempt to light the pyre, not that the ritual has the energy it had before. The college students seem more or less eager to get off 'scott free' though perhaps the Warden will have some follow up with White Oak staff about the matter. The man curses and swears, but the powerhouse has him effortlessly. If anyone had tried or turned against her, this fight might have gone another way but...
Harriet enjoys an easy victory. Even if it is more work, perhaps the fatigue still hangs upon her, but there's hopefully some comfort in knowing that she has saved lives today.
On the other hand...she earns a few more people texting her each day for advice too.
With the subdued leader beneath her, Harriet is pressing just enough weight to keep him stuck there without causing undue harm. Her right hand fishes out her mobile device from her purse while the left pins the wrists of the fellow. She makes a call and holds the phone to her ear, hazel eyes still on the struggling man beneath her. "Hello, this is Warden Fairfax," she's explaining as soon as the call connects. "I need a containment team sent to my location immediately. We have a situation that requires special handling." As she talks, she shifts lightly to adjust her grip, remining him that any resistance would be futile. "Mm, yes, that is correct," is being replied to the voice on the other end of the line. "He is neutralized, but that doesn't mean we should take any chances." With the call concluded, she waits until five Orderites arrive to haul off the man, and then she heads back home to finish her intended plans for the day -- which includes having someone taste test the potential murder wine she'd been gifted earlier.
The standoff concludes with Harriet firmly subduing the leader, her authoritative voice cutting through the tension as she commands the dispersal of the crowd and reflects on the misplaced ardor and poor leadership choices that led to the confrontation. Her words seem to resonate, prompting those present to reconsider their actions and the direction they're headed. After securing the situation and ensuring no further threats, Harriet seamlessly transitions back into her role as Warden Fairfax, making a professional call for a containment team to take over. The resolution of this encounter, while highlighting her prowess and tactical acumen, also adds to her reputation, earning her possibly both respect and the burden of being sought out for advice. As the adrenaline of the confrontation fades, Harriet returns to her planned activities, which humorously include taste-testing a potentially deadly wine, thus wrapping up a day that blends danger with a touch of domesticity—a testament to her multifaceted life and responsibilities.
(Harriet's odd encounter(SRAlexander):SRAlexander)
[Sat May 11 2024]
In Kitchen
The kitchen is a spacious and well-appointed area, with modern appliances and
ample counter space. The walls are painted a crisp white, with gleaming subway
tiles forming the backsplash. The countertops are made of polished granite,
their dark hues contrasting beautifully with the white cabinetry. The cabinets
are made of high-quality wood, with sleek, modern handles that add a touch of
sophistication to the space. A large island stands at the center of the
kitchen, its surface providing additional workspace and seating for casual
meals. The island is equipped with a sink and a built-in range, making it a
functional and versatile addition to the kitchen. Stainless steel appliances,
including a large refrigerator, a double oven, and a dishwasher, are
seamlessly integrated into the cabinetry. A set of large windows above the
sink offer a view of the estate's grounds, flooding the kitchen with natural
light.
It is afternoon, about 73F(22C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey clouds.
The man is a little taken aback by her choice of interpretation when it comes to the word 'single'. Her stunning declaration of love wins a lot of confused looks from the students, but all it does for the man is push him over the edge of his thin patience. Perhaps it's the feeling of losing control of the room that compels him? Maybe he just thinks very highly of his odds, but the mans hand clenches, the neurological impulse from his brain his his hands and the processes repeats a dozen times as he attempts to empty the clip in Harriet's direction.
There's a lot of screams that open up from that, but nobody else seems to join him in the fray.
Harriet interprets a lot of things quite differently than most. It is perhaps what makes her so unique, and why many are drawn to her, and also why some cannot stand her whatsoever. She is not your usual woman when it comes to personality. Amidst the ensuing chaos, she stands miraculously unscathed, or not so miraculously since the group here likely understands sanctuary and the man's aim is pretty useless against it with his body simply being unable to follow his commands. Her composure is still intact although the gunshots, as loud and jarring as they may be, fail to hit her. Inwardly, she is praying that all of the rest of the people in this warehouse have sanctuary, too. She bolts forward with a burst of incredible speed right after the clip is unloaded, trying to tackle the leader as it seems he is not going to take the easy road in this situation.
There's a moment of chaos while the rounds whizz by. It isn't just sanctuary, of course. A man's shot might not being able to strike to kill, but Harriet knows this best. Cool, calm, collected. She's a beacon of serenity in a moment of absolute chaos. Where others would react with instantenous violence, hers is calculated. No less brutal mind you.
Clearing the space between them in startling immediacy, the man exhales sharp and swears, he reaches in his pocket for another weapon perhaps, she might expect the flash of a dagger, some twisted ritualistic thing but...no.
It doesn't matter, the lighter in his hand never manages to snap open. Harriet has him down immediately, powerless he curses and struggles. But, it appears she's won the crowd, nobody moves to assist.
A seasoned operative, Harriet has closed the gap between herself and the very agitated leader, and with that precision and swiftness that is exercised, she thwarts him in a tackle, taking him down to the ground. As his body thuds against the floor with a force that likely knocks the wind out of him due to her strength, she swiftly maneuvers to pin him, immobilizing his arms and securing him to be a helpless sprawl of a man beneath her. "Enough of this tomfoolery," she exclaims at the man before she looks up from her position atop the leader. "The show is over, and it is time you all went home and reconsidered your night's plans. Go on, scatter, and let this be a lesson in choosing your battles and who leads you into them," she says in a tone that is brooking no argument. "Think about the path you are on, and ask yourselves if it is truly with it. There's a better way to make your mark in the world."
With that, the situation winds down. No desperate attempt to light the pyre, not that the ritual has the energy it had before. The college students seem more or less eager to get off 'scott free' though perhaps the Warden will have some follow up with White Oak staff about the matter. The man curses and swears, but the powerhouse has him effortlessly. If anyone had tried or turned against her, this fight might have gone another way but...
Harriet enjoys an easy victory. Even if it is more work, perhaps the fatigue still hangs upon her, but there's hopefully some comfort in knowing that she has saved lives today.
On the other hand...she earns a few more people texting her each day for advice too.
With the subdued leader beneath her, Harriet is pressing just enough weight to keep him stuck there without causing undue harm. Her right hand fishes out her mobile device from her purse while the left pins the wrists of the fellow. She makes a call and holds the phone to her ear, hazel eyes still on the struggling man beneath her. "Hello, this is Warden Fairfax," she's explaining as soon as the call connects. "I need a containment team sent to my location immediately. We have a situation that requires special handling." As she talks, she shifts lightly to adjust her grip, remining him that any resistance would be futile. "Mm, yes, that is correct," is being replied to the voice on the other end of the line. "He is neutralized, but that doesn't mean we should take any chances." With the call concluded, she waits until five Orderites arrive to haul off the man, and then she heads back home to finish her intended plans for the day -- which includes having someone taste test the potential murder wine she'd been gifted earlier.