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- (Ring tone) Modern cell phones support a wide range of ring tones. It’s easy to get your favorite tune, either downloaded straight to your phone or copied from a computer.
- A ringtone or ring tone is the sound made by a telephone to indicate an incoming call or text message. Not literally a tone, the term is most often used today to refer to customizable sounds used on mobile phones.
- (Ring Tone (RT)) A tone of 133c/s which interrupted in the same cadence as the ring current which rings the telephone's bell at the called party's end : 0.4 seconds on, 0.2 seconds off.
- A speech sound; the smallest discrete segment of sound in a stream of speech
- call: get or try to get into communication (with someone) by telephone; "I tried to call you all night"; "Take two aspirin and call me in the morning"
- telephone: electronic equipment that converts sound into electrical signals that can be transmitted over distances and then converts received signals back into sounds; "I talked to him on the telephone"
- (phonetics) an individual sound unit of speech without concern as to whether or not it is a phoneme of some language
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- bantam: very small; "diminutive in stature"; "a lilliputian chest of drawers"; "her petite figure"; "tiny feet"; "the flyspeck nation of Bahrain moved toward democracy"
- TinyLinux is a project led by Matt Mackall to reduce the size of the Linux kernel, in both memory usage and binary filesize. It is also known as the -tiny tree.
- The South Devon Railway 0-4-0 locomotives were small 0-4-0 broad gauge locomotives operated on the South Devon Railway, Cornwall Railway, mainly on the dockside lines around Plymouth.
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I was concerned, too. But I fought the pain and kept a smile on my face. This was America, the best country on earth for everything, including medicine. And with God’s help, I would get better. But then, through the haze, I overhead one of the nurses say something I’ll never forget. “I think she’s going to die on us.” 17 My situation seemed dire. Nurses and doctors scrambled around. Disembodied voices, nurses maybe, asserted I was about to die. But in my stupor it was hard to discern exactly what was happening, much less what they were saying to each other. I was only able to catch a few words here and there, but if my situation matched the way I felt, the doomsayer might be right. Luckily, the doctors acted quickly and administered a variety of medicines to stabilize my condition. Then they performed an emergency C-section, which saved both the baby and me. At 10:20 p.m. on February 18, 1981, my son, Alex, was born. Several months premature, he weighed only 1 pound, 11 ounces and was about the size of a Barbee doll. He wasn’t breathing – we later learned his lungs hadn’t yet developed – and once they got a breathing tube in his body the doctors found that he was also extremely sick. Alex wasn’t expected to survive the night. Had we been in a Romanian hospital, the pregnancy would have been deemed a miscarriage and my son would have been tossed away with the garbage. Yet another reason to thank God we were in America. Instead, Alex was placed in an incubator to keep him alive. A nurse wheeled Alex’s incubator into my room and set him next to the bed. I was still woozy from the medication, and the awful reality of the situation failed to register. Instead of seeing a tiny, sick baby that had little chance of seeing the morning dawn, I saw a beautiful baby boy. Here was my son, and at that moment the travails we were going to face over the next several months weren’t even a consideration. Alex defied the odds and survived the night. The next morning he was transferred from Parma Hospital to MetroHealth because John and I had no health insurance. Later, I learned that MetroHealth was the hospital that served the indigent and people who did not have health insurance. I was a different story. I was too sick for transfer and spent the next four days recovering at Parma. Doctors told me that once my health improved I would be discharged. And it was during this time that I came to realize just how much the mind can, indeed, heal the body. I was so anxious to be reunited with my son that I willed myself toward better health. My baby needed me, and I had to get strong. When the doctors finally decided I was stable enough to be moved, they discharged me and John drove me to Metro to be with Alex. Upon our arrival, we were escorted into a private room where a doctor asked us to have a seat. “Before we talk about your son, Mrs. Moga, tell me, how are you feeling?” he said. “Better,” I assured him, wanting to end the small talk and join my son. It had been four long days and we could talk later. “When can I see Alex?” “Soon,” the doctor said. “There are a few things we need to discuss first.” “I want to see my son,” I pressed. “Where is he?” “In a moment,” the doctor said, then in a soft but stern voice began to explain what John already knew. Alex was very tiny and very sick. The hospital staff was doing everything it could, but Alex’s chances for survival were not very good. There was no optimistic long-term prognosis. “I refuse to believe that,” I interrupted. “He’s just a little small, that’s all.” “Mrs. Moga,” the doctor said, “please understand that your son was born extremely premature. He is so small that we have been unable to detect lungs using an X-Ray machine. He is on a breathing tube in the incubator, and a machine is providing his body with the oxygen it needs to survive.” “It’s not true,” I said, pleading and looking to John for support. John offered none. “Believe me, please, Mrs. Moga,” the doctor continued. “For now, your son is being kept alive. But we just don’t know for sure whether he’s going to make it, or even how long it will take before we will know.” I was stunned, too stunned to cry. I’d already lost one child, and didn’t think I could handle the loss of another. “Please, can I see him?” I asked, this time with a bit less moxie in my voice. The doctor nodded. “Yes,” he said, then motioned for us to stand and led the two of us to another room. Alex was lying in an incubator similar to the one I’d seen at the other hospital. But unlike at Parma he was connected to several machines whose purposes beyond keeping him alive I had no idea. A small tube was connected to his mouth. He looked so small, so helpless, and the situation so surreal. I remembered how terrible Ioana looked with the tubes connected to her, and as the memories came flooding back. It was just too much. I fainted. Later, after I regained consciousness, I resigned myself to one thing: being strong
#8 Tengu - Explanations (6-22-9)
Portia Kass's phone had been making various noises in her pocket for the past several minutes. Calls, texts, other notices were coming in. When it started to ring again she could no longer ignore it and she reached into her pocket to answer, her voice a bit more on edge and testy than normal. "Yes, hello? This is Portia." Persephone Ducatillon sloppily extends her right hand and grins "Hiyah" she continues in that harsh accent "Name's Roxanne, my friends call me Roxy!" for all the world acting like she didn't really hear the hybrid at all Jaina Lefevre swallows a little and her lower lip quivers. "Miss Portia...s'all my fault. He was helpin' me with my aim and was bein' nice...but then he said I hadta join the Youaysee and I said I was gonna be like my Mommy, a Major..and he said mean things about hers so I shotted him with a ball bearing and it hitted his armor. He got mad and pulled out his gun when I was gonna shot the other targets again and he shot the gun at me and I let the balls go by accident 'cause I got scared and I ran. He said I shot a claymore mines at him but it was jus' ball bear-rings and I ran and Rai ran and he did a big boom thing..and couldn't see..and hear...and it got dark and then he throwed me in a cage and..." she's out of breath, Chameleon Blinker ignores the hand and picks up her scythe, gently nudging the woman backwards if she could. "Leave. Now." Darkness Odigaunt's attention rivits to the girl on the table, holding her own anger down out of sheer will. She turns away, to the other bed to let the girl talk to Portia. She leans down to Kimani again, checking her over to see if she'd been hurt while passed out. Persephone Ducatillon blinks perhaps a bit too rapidly and eyes the nudging hand as if it were a venomous reptile, her eyes flash a warning as she continues on "Think maybe da little rugrats seen enuff blood fer one day honey? Let's pretend dat matters ta us, k?" The accent was thinner, possibly the tiniest hint of menace there but she -did- withdraw her own hand Portia Kass rolled her eyes as she heard the voice She was hoping it would have been someone with some pertinent information or maybe even Jaina's mother, but it was just business. "Hello, Inaka-san. No, I'm sorry it has not been arranged just yet." She went quiet for several moments and covered the reciever, leaning in to listen tot he little girl's whispers. "Shhhh, sweetheart. Don't get yourself worked up... it's not your fault. He was a very bad man," she assured her in a wholly different tone of voice than she was using for the man on the phone. She moved away again and uncupped the reciever. "I apologize, Inaka-san. Mayor Rigaud did mention that in regard to your more... specific needs as far as staff, that your presence at the meeting would not be necessary. He will be meeting with the Chief as soon as possible and I will make sure to give you whatever information you may require about their.. agreements. Be assured that the Mayor will be handling it as promptly as possible and that you will not encounter any difficulties there." Chameleon Blinker rolls her eye, she in fact did not want a confrontation, not here at least. She lowers the sickle and puts it back over her shoulder. "Just…keep quiet." Persephone Ducatillon nods and mimics zipping her lips closed but ruins it with a giggle then puts on a blatantly thin contrite look...which soon creeps back into a smile Jaina Lefevre gets quiet because Portia's on the phone and looks over to Kimi and SIster D. She mouths 'Sorry" to Kimi and watches the Sister to see how mad SHE is. Portia Kass continued to speak intot he phone, her tone professional but lacking any of her usual sweetness. "I have not been informed of any as yet. I will check with the Mayor as soon as I can and let you know." Boy that guy had some nerve, it had only been two days! They weren't even -business- days! She managed to keep her internal comments out of her tone, even adding a dash of sugar as she proceeded. "Was there anything else you needed, Inaka-san?" Chameleon Blinker sighs and sits on a crate, hunching over like a freakish statue. Darkness Odigaunt was pretty furious, her palms were bleeding from where her own nails had dug in, but she managed to hide it relatively well. "Okay, Miss Elise had friends keeping an eye on you, but we'll have to see about where we can get cell phones from..." She turns to the other bed, voice softening, "I called your phone, Jaina, but it didn't ring. Miss Elise called your parents." Persephone Ducatillon began to toy with her necklace as she leaned against the doorway, making a game of just how lightly she could scuff the sole of her pump against the tile floor. Her bemused smile spoke of complete distraction but nothing might be farther from the truth. Jaina Lefevre murmurs. "S'cause he