Post It Pictures From the Past (part 6)

The set of pictures.

Post It Picture From the Past (part 5)

 The fifth set to pictures.

Post It Picture From the Past (part 4)

Picture of the past.

Post It Picture From the Past (part 3)

Hi to all.

Post It Picture From the Past (past 2)

A set of pictures.

Post It Picture From the Past (part 1)

Here are same picture from the past.

June 16

Hello!

Nice to be back after two weeks. 

I am just trying to right write new with out copy editing.

I just hope continue doing this. 

May 30 - Prologue

He entered the arena, sat down on the grandstand around the dusty center track out his phone.

"Call Pepper."

The screen flickered and darkened. Out of power. Again. He's have to check the phone team's progress when he get back to the States. The world needed a Stark phone. He needed a Stark phone.

Something wet and mushy brushed up against Tony ear. He jumped and looked up to a spindly legged camel gazing at him through long lashes. Yuck. Wet camel nose. And what was that on he the camel's back? A type of saddle, but rider wasn't human.

May 23 - Prologue

He landed on the land below. Tony ducked and fled to the other side of the convention center. He tried the doors, but they only opened from inside-- this wasn't the main entrance. He spotted a pair of wooden railings next door, lining a walkway that led to a tall, concrete barrier. Tony realized he's stumbled on to an outdoor arena. Good. Let the reporters look for him at the convention center's exit or in the parking structure.

Tony loved attention, sure. But when he'd told the world he was Iron Man and that Stark Enterprises was changing its focus, he's only been prepared for the fawning-- not for the incessant questioning about his sincerity. He certainly didn't expect the fictional headlines the tabloids has generated, or the salacious-- and utterly false-- rumors about his friends and colleagues.

May 20 - Prologue

Tony could't win this argument. He wasn't going to suddenly declare a renewed interest in building weapons.

The other reporters all fires away with their question, yelling louder and louder as they tried to be heard over each other.

"... Iron Man... weapons... public safety... her name... "

Tony backed slowly up against the fountain as the crowd pressed in. This time, instead of the dropping to the sidewalk, he leapt into the fountain, getting good and drenched as he ducked across it and out the other side. He ran to the parking structure, glad for the small delay as his pursuers gathered their tripods and gear. Tony hurried up a set of stairs to the second level. He had just enough of a head start that he was able to throw himself off the side of the structure without the reporters seeing him.