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Protesters set fire to Mexican palace as anger over missing students grows  November 10, 2014

A group of protesters set fire to the wooden door of Mexican president Enrique Pena Nieto’s ceremonial palace in Mexico City’s historic city centre late on Saturday, denouncing the apparent massacre of 43 trainee teachers.

The group, carrying torches, broke away from what had been a mostly peaceful protest demanding justice for the students, who were abducted six weeks ago and apparently murdered and incinerated by corrupt police in league with drug gang members.

Police put out the flames and enforced fencing designed to keep the protesters away from the National Palace, which was built for Hernan Cortes after the Spanish conquest and now houses Mexico’s finance ministry.

Pena Nieto lives in a presidential residence across town, and was not in the palace at the time.

Tens of thousands of people in recent weeks have taken to the streets of Mexico City and those of the southwestern state of Guerrero where the students were abducted to decry the government’s handling of the case in recent weeks.

There were more protests outside the Guerrero state government headquarters on Saturday as classmates of the missing students set fire to vehicles.

The unrest has been fuelled by comments made by the attorney general Jesus Murillo at a press conference on Friday to announce that the charred remains of bodies believed to be those of the students had been found.

After speaking to the media for a hour he said “ya me canse”, an expression in Spanish meaning “I’ve had enough” or “I’m tired”, and walked away. Mexicans have seized on the comments on social media and are using the remarks as a rallying cry, saying they have had “enough of fear”.

The case is the toughest challenge yet to face Pena Nieto, who took office two years ago vowing to restore order in Mexico, where about 100,000 people have died in violence linked to organized crime since 2007.

At least two people were injured in Saturday night’s protest, local television reported. Riot police cleared the square before midnight and an ambulance was assisting the injured people.

Sweets -- truly it was his primary weakness. Such weakness now lead him into a small bakery in the heart of New York, the city was one of his least favorite places to be --- but with a job currently keeping him here, he might as well enjoy his time.  Letting the door shut behind him an almost childlike expression came to weathered features, eyes fell to the shapes of the assorted pastries. Desserts had been a rarity his entire life, now ? Now he  enjoyed indulging himself.                 " Ma'am -- these look better than any I've seen in years.                  Can I get two pecan rolls, an apple turnover and --- one                   cup of coffee? "

Do I Follow Them?: yes ! 

Why Did I Follow Them?:  uh uh -- i originally followed them because we had a mutual friend who reccomended them.

Do We Role Play?: we have yes ! 

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: always.

An AU Idea For Our Muses: well -- we're kinda doing one. abby sassing cersei XD it's an au. it's gr10. 

A Song For Our Muses: i do'NT HAVE one. i could give u a samigail song tho

Do I Ship Our Muses?: no but i did ship samigail. and brotp roomies.

What I Think About The Mun: maddie is that friend who will yell the shit out of me when i'm being an idiot and then hug me and make me laugh. in other words shes an amazing friend, and an amazing writer / oc.

Overall Opinion: i fuckn love abby.

Rhett had been avoiding her lately, she’d gotten into one of those moods and he didn’t want to be in the crossfire.  The last time wasn’t very pretty.  Say what you wanted to about Abigail Marker, but she was one of the most wicked people he’d ever met — especially to herself.  Sure, sure, perhaps not intentionally so, but he could tell she put herself through hell. And then there was the mirror.  He didn’t care what she said about how it was better that way, the thought of all the pain she’d been through in order for her to take such drastic measures was unfathomable to him… and surely enough to drive her even more insane.  Yes; he was saying it, she was insane.

It had been a little over a week, Rhett figured it would be safe to stop by the bakery and see if she was any better… or worse.  He wasn’t sure what he would do if it were the latter, but he had to go.

The sign on the door to the bakery read CLOSED.  He pursed his lips.  She wasn’t better.  Taking a deep breath to prepare himself, he opened the door and went inside.  

Even the atmosphere of the place was … heavy.  There was no other word for it.  He scrunched his nose — what on earth was she burning?  The smell of it led him up her forbidden stairs and to the sound of hushed chanting.  She was there — the only thing separating the two of them was a measly door.  Reaching out his hand, he barely touched it before it swung open, revealing her sitting in the middle of the floor, eyes rolling back into her head as she chanted and chanted.  

❝Abby—❞  The door slammed on his face.  Rhett growled and moved his hand to the knob, pulling it back swiftly as it sent shocks of electricity through his arm.  Mumbling a spell of his own, the door vanished — leaving him free to go stop her from whatever she was doing.  He had the sense that his time was limited.  Running into the room, he tackled her, but gently.  She lay (or seized) against the floor with her arms pinned down at her sides thanks to him.  He whispered every spell he could think of to get her to stop.  He made all the candles go out, all the various ..er, ingredients, disappear, but still nothing was working.  He frowned down at her convulsing body, thinking perhaps the solution wasn’t magical at all.  Rhett stood up and conjured a bucket of cold water — not trusting the situation enough to go downstairs and get one.  Even given the fact that he was worried about her condition, a small smirk curved at his lips.  Slowly, he tipped the bucket over, allowing the freezing water to wash over the witch’s body.  It worked.  She stopped moving… and then her eyes cracked open.  They were no longer white and crazed, but instead full of anger — and glaring at him.

{ can i… reply to this or… //shifty eyes //slithers away }