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I honestly have no words on this whole situation, but in the words of Dean Winchester, demons I get, people are crazy. Like this was practically identity theft, even if it’s only on social media. Glad that Arty can get her named cleared though.
my name is ellie. I’m 24, I live in london, and I’m the person who had masqueraded as @artyandink from the 31st of november to the 17th of december. I have been on tumblr the past few weeks, and I am the one who stalked dahlia’s accounts after making my own. after everything, arty met with me in person and told me to tell everyone the truth.
I have been arty’s irl friend since sixth form in secondary school, when she let me be her friend since I was a transfer student. we both went to separate universities, but we still kept in touch by meeting almost every weekend. on november 30th arty got a call saying that her grandfather had a heart attack and was supposed to go in surgery for a heart bypass, so arty took the first flight to india. she’d mentioned her password to her socials, so I went and logged in to her accounts after she mentioned on a reblog that she wouldn’t be on her account because she had to take an emergency flight.
I logged into her discord, instagram and tumblr accounts including her microsoft and started acting like her. I checked her drafts and through the information I got from the discord channel, I changed the look of her posts and gave them gradient text as well as copying the aesthetic of others. I messaged people on discord pretending to be her, and for fun I copied @/floralscented and blamed it on ‘autism’ and ‘depression’, also acting like I was in arty’s place and had everything she did, like her boyfriend and things about her life that I already knew after being friends with her for seven years.
I was the one who sent an anonymous ask to dahlia telling her to khs. I was the one who sent the anonymous asks shit-talking arty and trying to get them to drop her. after that didn’t work, I created the persona of dani thinking that they’d like her more than arty. it didn’t work, so I got removed from the discord server and everyone thought arty was a psycho.
when she came back from india on the 10th of december she needed to take a week to rest, but she was still tired as she was calling her family every day to check on her grandfather. when she logged back on she found almost all of the fics she had in her drafts posted, bots on her c.ai that were previously planned in her word document posted, along with ones that were set to private. everyone thought she was a psycho and when she found out it was me because she knew how I texted and got paranoid with people she texted me asking why I did it.
I did it for fun. I did it because I hate people being more successful than me. I hated the fact that arty went to a better university, had more friends, a better life so I did the same thing on tumblr and discord for her instagram account as well and sent people horrible messages that she only saw when she came back.
I’m sorry for hurting dahlia, kari, oct, breezy, jemma and lastly arty. I made it impossible for her to talk to anyone she didn’t already know on here. I’m sorry for acting like a psycho, and I’m now receiving psychiatric help for what I did to her, and this is why I’m exposing what I did. I’m the psycho, I’m the insane one, I’m the stalker.
Copiers are full of secrets.
Did you know that modern copiers have a hard drive that digitally retains every (or nearly every) document copied on that machine and the vast majority of those machines are without any mechanism to erase or encrypt the data. As a result when you sell or trade in a copier you are probably sending all kinds of private information that identity thieves can then get their hands on.
In addition, lawyers conducting discovery should be aware that an individual's copier or a company's copier may be a source of information relevant to an on going law suit.
One law firm I spoke with purchased what was represented as brand new copier and its hard drive was full of documents from and accounting firm.
For a brief primer check out this video from CBS News that aired in 2010.
http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=6412572n
Ich habe einmal vor langer Zeit eine lesbisch-erotische Geschichte geschrieben, über einen Rollentausch zwischen einer Gefängnisbeamtin und einer Gefangenen ... . Das erste Kapitel findet ihr unten. Ich weiß aber nicht, ob hier überhaupt Interesse daran besteht, daß ich die restlichen Kapitel auch veröffentliche ... ? Wenn Interesse besteht, freue ich mich über entsprechende Nachrichten. Vielleicht möchte auch jemand selbst Ideen einbringen, wie die Geschichte weitergeht ... ?
Rollentausch im Knast
Kapitel 1
„Was zum Teufel … ?“ Michelle fluchte lauf auf, als sie die Standtafel im Abteilungsbüro des Zugangsflügels des Frauengefängnisses mit einem schnellen Blick überflog und die Standzahlen mit dem Standbuch verglich. Sie hatte vor wenigen Minuten ihren Nachtdienst angetreten und war jetzt die ganze Nacht alleine für die etwa 25 weiblichen Gefangenen des Zugangsflügels verantwortlich.
Da Sie erst vor wenige Tagen von einem anderen Gefängnis hierher versetzt worden war, hatte sie ihre hiesigen Kollegen noch nicht wirklich kennengelernt und auch ihre Kollegen kannten nur ihren Namen auf dem Dienstplan, wußten aber nicht, wie sie aussah. Deshalb mußte sie sich auch beim Betreten und Verlassen des Gefängnisses an der Torwache zur Zeit noch mit ihrem Dienstausweis ausweisen. Bei der Torwache befanden sich auch die Schließfächer mit den Gefängnisschlüsseln.
Als sie heute das Gefängnis betreten hatte und sich bei einem ihr unbekannten Kollegen ausgewiesen hatte, war ihr aufgefallen, daß das Passbild in ihrem Dienstausweis nicht nur schon relativ alt war, sondern auch kurz davor war, von ihrem Ausweis abzufallen. Der Klebstoff, mit dem es angeklebt war, war eben schon alt und klebte nicht mehr richtig. „Wenn ich nächste Woche Tagdienst habe, muß ich dringend einen neuen Dienstausweis ausstellen lassen“ hatte sie sich in dem Moment fest vorgenommen.
Sie verglich noch einmal die Angaben im Standbuch mit den Zahlen an der Standtafel und stellte, jetzt doch leicht ärgerlich, fest, daß die Zahlen tatsächlich nicht übereinstimmten. Laut der Standtafel war eine Gefangene mehr auf der Abteilung als laut dem Standbuch. „Wie kann das sein …?“ fragte sie sich verärgert und durchwühlte die übrigen Papiere, die sich auf dem Schreibtisch stapleten.
Sie war jetzt kurz davor, nach dem Telefon zu greifen und einen Alarm auszulösen, als ihr „Einlieferungspapiere“, die in einer Ecke des Schreibtisches gelegen hatten, auffielen. Nach Prüfung dieser Einlieferungsunterlagen war ihr klar, was passiert war. Kurz vor Schichtwechsel war eine von der Polizei bei einer Razzia festgenommene Prostituierte in das Gefängnis eingeliefert und in den Zugangsflügel auf eine Gemeinschaftszelle verlegt worden.
Aus irgendeinem Grund waren die Aufnahmeformalitäten, also Gefangenenfotos, Fingerabdrücke, Abnahme von DNA-Material für die Registratur als Prostituierte bei der zuständigen städtischen Gesundheitsbehörde, Aufnahme in das Standbuch und Erstellung der Gefangenenpersonalakte im PC, nicht durchgeführt worden. Natürlich konnte sie die Papiere bis zum nächsten Tag liegen lassen und sich über Nacht mit einem „Schmierzettel“ behelfen. Aber sie war Perfektionistin und wollte sich ja auch bei ihren neuen Chefs für eine Beförderung empfehlen. Also beschloss sie, die Gefangene aus der Gemeinschaftszelle ins Aufnahmebüro zu holen und diese Formalitäten schnell selbst zu erledigen.
Fortsetzung folgt ... ? Das kommt auf euch an, soll ich die Fortsetzungen posten ?
A long time ago, I wrote a lesbian-erotic story about a role reversal between a female prison officer and a female prison inmate. You can find the first chapter below. However, I don't know if there's any interest in me publishing the remaining chapters here. If there's interest, I'd be happy to hear from you. Perhaps someone would like to contribute their own ideas about how the story could continues.
Role Reversal in Prison
Chapter 1
"What the hell...?" Michelle cursed loudly as she quickly scanned the board in the department office of the access wing of the women's prison and compared the numbers with the register. She had started her night shift a few minutes ago and was now solely responsible for the approximately 25 female prisoners in the access wing for the entire night.
Since she had only been transferred here from another prison a few days ago, she hadn't really gotten to know her colleagues here, and even her colleagues only knew her name on the duty roster, but did not know what she looked like. Therefore, she still had to show her Police ID card at the gate when entering and leaving the prison. The gate also housed the lockers with the prison keys. When she entered the prison today and identified herself to a colleague she didn't know, she noticed that the passport photo on her Police ID card was not only quite old, but also about to fall off. The adhesive holding it in place was already old and no longer adhered properly. "When I'm on day duty next week, I urgently need to get a new Police ID card," she had decided at that moment.
She compared the information in the status book with the numbers on the status board and, now slightly annoyed, realized that the numbers did indeed not match. According to the status board, there was one more prisoner in the department than according to the status book. "How can that be...?" she asked herself angrily, rummaging through the remaining papers piled up on the desk.
She was about to reach for the phone and raise the alarm when she noticed "admission papers" lying in a corner of the desk. After examining these admission papers, it became clear to her what had happened. Shortly before shift change, a prostitute arrested by the police during a raid had been admitted to the prison and transferred to a shared cell in the access wing. For some reason, the admission formalities—involving prisoner photos, fingerprinting, DNA sampling for registration as a prostitute with the relevant municipal health authority, entry in the prison register, and creation of the prisoner's personal file on the computer—had not been completed. Of course, she could leave the papers until the next day and make do with a "scrap sheet" overnight. But she was a perfectionist and wanted to recommend herself to her new bosses for a promotion. So she decided to bring the prisoner from the shared cell to the admissions office and quickly complete these formalities herself.
To be continued? What do you think???