Just looking for a pocket knife to carry when I’m on the street and when I’m fishing and hunting for under 0
(warning maybe a lot of spelling and grammer mistakes I have a learning disabilty so srry)
I walked into the cold damp forest, with bare feet and a light sweater with black shorts. As I walked past the trees, I let them swipe my hand. The bark was cold, I felt my fingers tingel but they hurt. I stopped and pulled out my black and sliver pocket knife, and I started carving into the tree. There was a noise coming out of the bush that was behind me. I stopped and dropped my knife I was scared.
I tall figuer stepped out, he was tan, with black hair and dark brown eyes. He spoke softly to me, "Karen come back with me I want to, we want to exsplane Karen," he put his hand foward I backed up into the tree.
I picked my knife, and didn’t think twise, I pointed it at him. "You bastered you think you can come out here to come get me, you make me sick to even look at you. I wish the both of you were dead," he stayed quite, "so why do you want to bring me back so you can tell me why your sleeping with my mother!" at that point I started to yell and cry.
He looked at the ground finding, what words to say "at lest you didn’t find out from lily…"
I turnned to the tree and sat down in front of it "she knew to" I couldn’t believe it the girl I shared most of my life with my best friend she had been lieing to me to this hole time… "do not tell me you slept with her too" I yelled at him, he still didn’t say anything. "Tell me it’s not ture, tell me!" I yelled. I took my cell phone at of my pocket and thrown it at him. I ran he started chaceing me I ran so fast that he was not able to keep up with me. I lost him in the deep dark forest. Now I was lost my self. My life was ruined, it was all about do good in your junior year. Have your friend one who you could depended on in a time of need. I boyfriend for someone to be there for you. When all else failed at least I would have my mom… Nothing what I was ever told was ture. I had it with them I’m done.
I started to run again, till I was on the other side of the forest. Then I saw light on the other side I ran to it in hopes of getting out. As soon as I stepped out, I tripped over a rock on to a guy who was a few inchs taller then me. I fell on top of him, when I open my eyes I was looking into his dark blue eyes. I had suddenly realized that I was still on him. I got off and stood my self up. I didn’t know what to do I had mud and dirt all over me I stayed silent. He looked at me sweetly and asked, "why are you crying? Are you ok?"
I shook my head I knew I wasn’t ok I was damp and cold. I didn’t want to move. All I could say to him was that "I’m cold." nothing else. He took off his coat and put it around me and we just started walking. I had no idea were I was going my face was red and I wasn’t sure if I had a cut on my lip. All I did know everything was hurting. We walked into a big white house where everything looked like it belonged inside a log cabbin. But it was cozy and warm it
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i want to get a good pocket knife price doesnt matter. on handle it could be 4 inch and when its open 7 inch or something. do you know any good ones ?
I need a pocket knife that i can pull out in the case that anybody wants to mug me or beat me up. It happens a lot, when i’m on trips around Europe, i get mugged. I have been mugged twice and they have taken my wallets, my watch twice, and my wedding ring. What pocket knife is the best for self defense? I don’t want those pocket knives that open up by pressing a button because i might accidentally press it in my pants and it will cut me. What do you recommend.?
Oh? And what would you use?
Well. Me and my best friend are running away. Now before people start telling me "it’s not all fun and games" and "your life can’t be that bad". I already know this. We’re both highly capable, intelligent individuals. We have our supplies ready. Now I won’t post a full list, as last time it took up too much space… Basically, we have first aid, flint stone fire starter, each have 2 canteenes, a pocket knife, dust goggles, flak jacket, camelbak gloves, militairy boots, trench knife, daggers and a katana.
Now as well as protection, we have money for food, and a book on how to live off the land. Though thats not the whole list, just a rundown. We are trying to build up a small group before we leave. We know the dangers of the outside world, and what we’re getting into. I’m not asking for 1,000 replies on why I’m too young or I shouldn’t do this. Instead… Please, just some advice for running away, where we should go (coming from Florida) ect? It would really be appreciated. Thank you.
Please answer the question. We did not ask you to tell us what we already know. We have been planning this for well over a month, we’ve thought it through, and are definite on the decision. We are asking for advice, possible places to go, routes, paths, tips, ect, ect. We’re kindly asking Yahoo Answers to answer our question, not tell us what we asked you not to tell us.
More information for those who wanted to know:
Before getting into it, I will say one thing. We aren’t planning on leaving any time soon. There are still many supplies to get, a group to gather, a route to plan, a destination to choose. In the future, we will eventually end up in Europe, as that was the original idea. However, it is subject to change.
The police will be looking for us, however that’s not much of a problem. We will rest during the day, and remain mainly out of the cities due to that reason. Keeping the group small at first is essential, as we plan on recruiting as we travel so that nothing is expected. They won’t know that we are growing if other teenagers from other places are leaving. Avoidance is also slightly easy. If we are to change our appearance directly after leaving, it will make it harder and we will become less recognizable. Not definite, but an idea for now.
@ US Central States: We do have a route that will take us north, west, northeast, and eventually into Canada, avoiding the major ‘Ghetto’ areas that could get us shot and killed. (We do plan on getting kevlar. It is easily accessible via Amazon or other online purchasing sites.) From Canada we can stow-away to the UK, then head south into the rest of Europe and plan along the way for further destinations and stops.
Before any comments, it is better to stay in Europe, as there are less handguns there if I remember correctly. They are illegal in the UK. I doubt people will have the time to aim a rifle at us when we charge them with blades. Murder is low there anyway, but that’s not the point.
Yes, we will eventually get guns when we get connections and those who can retrieve them for us. However, we do want to avoid law enforcement as much as possible. This group needs to be hidden and mobile, not a public threat lied about by the media.
Odd jobs are ideal. We have plans to make money, and plans to make our own resources. We will learn to cook, skin, boil, and whatever else. I don’t feel like elaborating into those, so ect. You make a point of prepaid cell phones. We thought of this, as it is a good idea if the group were to become accidentally separated or by some other cause we would need it to stay together and regroup.
On a final note for the mental and physical distress, yes, we understand that people would be hurt. However, the people that would be hurt, there are very few. We do love our family, we do love our friends even though they’re annoying, we do love being in a home with clean running water and all of that. However, you would have to know us on a personal level to fully understand the extent of our problems. Anyone can freely comment that it is worse out there than it is here where we are sheltered, educated, watched over, but some of us know that we can do it. There is always the excuse of adventure, but that’s a bit immature in my opinion, so I won’t stoop there.
I am perfectly ready to give up what I have, when I can create so much more, that is even better.
There is room for more information if it is needed or wanted.
I am looking for a custom knife maker that can make a simple pocket knife for around 0, maybe 0 if they can make it in VG-10 or s30v steel. I am looking at a 5 or 5.5 inch blade and the style of buck 110 or old timer 1250t with the hole at the end. Handle doesn’t mean as much but stag or horn is nice and really prefer liner lock like the old timer 1250t, i inherited that knife and like it a lot, but want a longer blade. Fox n hound 111 is a good size but prefer a narrower profile and no damasus, will be a EDC knife. Best answer to who can show me who I am looking for exactly or a knife I am looking for.
it doesn’t matter if you get the plot or anything just tell me what you think?
“There’s a shortcut this way!” Andrew pointed to a rather dodgy alleyway which Victoria knew better than to enter an alley like that alone, but she wasn’t alone, she had Andrew.
“You protect me if there’s anything bad in there?” she hoped she knew the answer
“I promise, nothing will hurt you.” Victoria hugged him as they proceeded into the alley with his arm around her.
“You have to promise me one thing in return though; you will never enter this alley alone.” He said sternly she looked up and nodded. They came out on the other end.
“Oh look! It’s Andrew and his new little pet!” a harsh voice exclaimed. A blonde male about 13 (Andrew’s age) came out from a crowd.
“You know I thought we might sort out that disagreement we had not long ago.” The male said pulling out a pocket knife from his torn jeans. Andrew pulled me behind him.
“It’s time to fight pretty boy” the blonde said pointing the knife tauntingly. Andrew turned to me and put his hands on my shoulders.
“Victoria, your too young for this right now, go to your left until you get home, and don’t call the cops.” He said it quietly in a rush. Victoria thought for a minute, she was only two ears younger than him, but she knew better and listened to him, she turned to the left until she reached home, she knew the blonde’s words would stay in her head until her dying day
“Look Andrew! Even your girl toy doesn’t want to stay around you too long!”
“Oh really?!” Andrew responded. She heard the click of his pocket knife and continued running, she ran, and never saw him again.
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“Done!” Victoria’s mother’s excited voice trilled through her ears as she scrunched my face as if it would silence her mother’s squeals.
“Oh! You must look in the mirror! You look absolutely darling!” her mother’s face looked unnatural. She was smiling massively, yet because of her millions of facelifts not one laugh line or wrinkle showed as if someone permanently airbrushed her face. Scarlet red lips bordered her shimmering white teeth, which sparkled almost as much as her diamond necklace which was almost all hidden by her fur coat. She looked eccentric, but if you asked it was her “past aristocrat look” which in Victoria’s opinion was pure bull.
Victoria did as her mother asked and turned to the gold framed mirror, her silky brown hair was pulled back in an intricate knot. Two pieces of her bangs fell to the side of face, framing it perfectly. Her skin looked flawless.
“You’re going to be the most beautiful girl at the grad!” her mother chimed
“It’s only grade eight…” Victoria muttered just low enough for her mom not to hear.
“We’ve rented a Limo for you so-” The mention of a Limo was enough to make Victoria cringe.
“We’ll actually me and my friends were planning on walking.” Victoria smiled, hoping her mother wouldn’t see through the lie.
“Oh…” She paused considering it for a moment “well… as long as you have someone with you, and you make it there on time…well, better get going…bye.” Her mother finished meekly while she shut the door.
Victoria thought for a moment. She had to convince someone, anyone that she knew to walk to the grad with her. She grabbed her phone and began dialling.
After half an hour Victoria had finally given up, she had phoned at least 2/3 of her grad class and not one of them had even considered it for a moment. She was just going to have to go with her best chance and go on her own, her other and father had already left by Limo, so they wouldn’t know. Victoria rushed down the stairs and put her heels on in a rush and left. She walked looking up at the starry sky attempting to work out constellations she was always terrible at it, but continued anyway, she reached the street alley. She had paused for a moment, looking in the alley; she was going to be late, unless she took the alley shortcut, what did it matter if she broke an old promise?
She dashed down the alleyway making slight splashes in puddles and hopping over rats on her way, shivering in her dress. She slowed down, and began walking; she now had plenty of time. She looked around a bit. She remembered when she walked down here with him. She paused at the thought of his name. She stopped; two figures were coming, the moonlight shadowed them
“Well come on! He won’t notice if a little is gone!”
“You know we can’t! He knows everything!”
Victoria stopped breathing, as if it would make her invisible, it didn’t.
“Oh, what do we have here?” the one who wanted to steal said. The other laughed maliciously.
I have everything for his birthday. I’m throwing a surprise party, buying him a bottle, wrote him a love note, and a pocket knife engraved. Now what can I do for the bedroom. Any gifts? I really don’t think he would like toys. I was thinking of getting a hotel and getting sexy lingerie, but…I don’t know. I don’t know if he works the next morning you know? What sounds good?
I want to ask him if he would be down to get a hotel room, but at the same time I want to surprise him.
me and my boyfriend got into a fight at 8:00 his probation curfew is 7 so he left and started riding his bike with no light and no helmet and a cop pulled him over and found out he was on probation and one of his terms was no weapons and he had a small pocket knife in his back pack so the cop cited him for california w/c 777 and california w/c 602 and he also got a booking order and i have no clue what that is he has not had 1 violation on his probation before this is his first my questions are what do those 2 codes mean what is a booking order and what is going to happen and whats the best thing he could do he is under 18 and so am i we live in ventura,ca
ive been smoking weed for a year now and i feel as if its GREATLY affected my life. it all started back last year in april when my brother who’s been smoking since my age and is now 21 got me high for the first time i used to go to his house every weekend to every other weekend to get high and i had no trouble or need to smoke when i was at my dads things were great i would go to his house get high on the weekend but when September came and school started again i started to drink stealing drinks from my dads mini bar (mostly patron) and then i would go to my brothers house and steal some of his roaches bring them back to my house and make a home made bong and get high whenever i got the chance that went on till November when my life basically changed forever things weren’t to good at my dads house as my dads was strict and i was losing all my things one by one but i really didn’t care one day when i got back from my brothers i brought a little bag of weed with me. (my brother didn’t no because he would kill me if he new) then i went to school and i thought it would be cool to go to the bathroom and smoke the little bag and after i smoked it i went back to class smelling like weed like everyone smelled it even the teacher she didn’t say anything but after that class the principal came and got me she brought me to the nurse she said i looked high and i smelled like weed so they told me to empty my pockets i don’t really remember how i did it but they didn’t find my lighter or my pocket knife nor the roach so i didn’t get in trouble even thought i was the only person who went to the bathroom that whole period but they called my dad and he was really mad i really just didn’t care afterward i was coming home late then one day my dad went to look for me seen me with some of my friends i didn’t want to go home so i ran from him three times that same day later i came home at 10pm and my dad was so mad he took everything from my door to my new cloth and everything. i was so mad i said i wanna live with my mom who lives in puerto rico (the words i wish i never said) so he sent me to puerto rico to live with my mom i have no idea how he did it all in one week but i moved here in early december and ever since i haven’t smoked any weed till this day but ive tryed to get high different ways by taking some lorazepam pills and i couldn’t remember anything for the next to days and between those days i tryed to commit suicide and was in a coma for 5 days they said there was a 50 50 chance of me living. when i woke up i had no idea i tryed to commit suicide so it was pretty weird because i thought i was in the coma because of the pills to get high after a month i found out i was confused because im deff not the suicidal type and by that time i was going to start school i didn’t want to go to a spanish school so on the ride there while the car was driving i try to get out my mom thought i was to commit suicide again so i was sent to some place for suicidal people i was there for 2 weeks. when i was got out i went to school but getting high was still on my mind all the time so to kill time i looked for different ways to get high i wasn’t going to try to take pills again but then i seen robitussin i tryed it. it was pretty nice but i still wanted to get high. right now my mom is trying to move back to the U.S but money is a big problem so i think ive learn my great lesson and when i move back i wouldn’t be so stupid with it plus my mom is alot less strict then my dad but i don’t know if i should just quit for good or not i do enjoy getting high ? and i my mom came to puerto rico because she was a cocaine/alcohol addict. i don’t know if i should quit because of how much trouble it brought me ? (my dad used to do cocaine to which he denies after i told my brother) 2010/2011 haven’t been the best year for me. im leaving out alot of other problems because of the limit of characters. help please ?
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