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Commercial Carpet Pad : Tablet Rugged.
Commercial Carpet Pad
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- a commercially sponsored ad on radio or television
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6x42 FRIEZE textured CARPET with FELT AREA RUG PAD for residential or commercial use. Many sizes and shapes to choose from. Available for home AREA RUGS, runners, rectangle, square, feet, roll of carpet, off the roll. Chocolate.
FRIEZE textured CARPET with FELT AREA RUG PAD for residential or commercial use. Rug pad cut to same size as carpet. Many sizes and shapes to choose from. Available for home AREA RUGS, runners, rectangle, square, feet, roll of carpet, off the roll. Color: Sandstone. This carpet has a soft and fluffy feel. It comes with Scotchgard Protector 3M, action back backing, and is made with a minimum 25% recycled content. 100% solution dyed polyester. This carpet can be used just about anywhere. The edges are unfinished as this carpet is cut directly from the roll then packaged and shipped. We can cut this to any size. Just order the closest size, email us your size and we will cut it for you. Please see pictures. Padding is recommended for all area rugs and carpet as it will prolong the rugs life. **Please Note that size and color representation are subject to manufacturing variance and may not be exact. Also note that monitor settings may vary from computer to computer and may distort actual colors. Photos are as accurate as possible, however, colors may vary slightly in person due to flash photography and differences in monitor settings. Each rug/carpet is manufactured with the same colors as pictured, however they can be manufactured from slightly different "die lots". Meaning when the yarn is dyed it can vary in shade ever so slightly.
Triana Mills looked around the dark hall as she stepped off the elevator and made her way toward the tall black man's door. Her footfalls were a quiet thumping against the crimson carpet, and stopped completely when she paused outside his door. It had been ages since she'd seen him, and she really had no idea of whether or not she would find him here. But she was...worried to say the least. Taking in a deep unnecessary breath, she reaches up and raps gently against the door.
Jackson Fisher strolls over to the briefcase idly resting on his desk. He pops it open with a defined -click- and retrieves the nineteen-eleven pistol from it's main compartment. He doesn't use his USP unless he's doing something less than legal. The old 1911 is the only firearm he has that's registered under the old system. The H&K and every other weapon he has, however, are ghosts. He heads over to the door and presses the barrel against the center, ready to fire off multiple shots if he sees something through the peep he doesn't like. Instead, he sees the short little Toreador who once worked under him. He wonders what she's doing now. She'd probably went back to work at the medical centre. She never really seemed all too ambitious to the giant of a man. He sets the pistol aside next to his lucky kittens, basking in the subtle irony for half a second before opening the door wide. He looks down at the femme of completely opposite skin tone, full knowing where it is she lives, now. "Run out of sugar?"
Triana Mills looks up quickly as the door opens, staring up wide eyed at the huge man. She had forgotten how tall and intimidating he could be without even trying. She opens her mouth to speak, but he beats her to it, causing her to stumble over her words. Shaking her head, she let's out a laugh. "Now, Jackson-sama, what use would I have for sugar?" She smiles up at him, brushing her hair back over her shoulder. "May I come in?"
Jackson Fisher stops her in the doorway. "For what?" He isn't one hundred percent sure she isn't working for the mercenaries or even one of the gratuitous amounts of PMCs in the city.
Triana Mills blinks up at him, perking a brow as she crosses her arms over her chest. "You've gotten paranoid...let me rephrase. You've gotten more paranoid since I last saw you, Jackson-sama." She shrugs slightly, tiling her head. "I don't have to come in, I just thought it'd be...you know...more civilized if we spoke inside instead of letting out voices echo through the hall, possibly disturbing any neighbors."
Jackson Fisher shuts the door behind her and retrieves the 1911 by the two kitten statues. He heads over and returns it home in the briefcase, shutting it and spinning the combination locks a couple of times. "I haven't gotten paranoid, I've maintained my cautiousness. You, on the other hand have gotten careless. Just where is your gun?" He peeks outside for a moment before masking his suite with the curtains. His place is still as artistically beautiful as it ever was. Not a soul in the tower has yet to come close to the sheer amount of priceless pieces and amazing work he hangs on his walls and mounts to his floor. To him, this is asylum. This is the sanctuary where he can contemplate and plan, plot and decieve easily. "You realize what's happening to this place? The balance of power is teetering insanely. Lady Justice has committed suicide and the scales have broken."
Triana Mills stepped inside before he closed the door, watching him with concerned eyes. She remains by the door as he speaks, shaking her head. "My weapons remain in my apartment unless I'm heading into Midian, Jackson-sama. This /is/ Leviathan. Carrying weapons around gets you arrested by the UAC because of all the terrorist activity." She wasn't taking the UAC's side, but she understood that simple precaution. They didn't want to get shot. As he continues, her expression becomes a bit more concerned. He sounded like Markko. "Jackson-sama..." She lowers her head for a moment before looking back up at him. "Was there ever a Lady Justice in Midian City?"
Jackson Fisher nods. "There was a balance. When the organizations that ran the undercity were still prominent and the creations bore of Apocalypse were kept in check. When Union Aerospace had a small say in what went on in the immediate area of their walls, and the precinct kept their corrupt peacekeeping alive in the streets. Now, all I see is control in disorder. An impossible concept." He turns to face the window again. "Outside my sactuary I feel the confusion, and I am displeased. I want things the way they were." He turns and faces her again, remembering her comment. "I await the day UAC tries to take me down. They'll swim in their own blood, and their masters will tremble. That would be ... my catalyst."
Triana Mills listens to him in utter silence. Ev
IS THAT A ROOM FOR RENT ON MY CRAIGSLIST
$500 HOLY CRAP! IS THAT A ROOM FOR RENT ON MY CRAIGSLIST??!?!?!? (north of River Oaks) (map)
Date: 2010-02-16, 12:36PM CST
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You bet your nomadic ass it is. Do you want to be homeless? Then you better come check this room for rent out. It has WALLS and a CEILING. BLOCKS THE FUCKIN WIND AND RAIN FOOL!
ZOMG THE LOCATION IS THE SHIT. You can WALK to Washington Avenue from here. So you can get your drink on and do some mackin playa. 10 mins from UH and Rice cause we all about higher education up in here. You could hit Memorial Parkway with a ROCK. But don't. We keep it civilized.
We got carpet up in this hoe too. They wanted to come put in hard wood floors. But I was like FUCK THAT. I don't want my feet to be cold when I get out of bed at night. Carpet. So soft. Transcends the walking barefoot experience.
Man the room... You can put your bed and furniture UP IN HERE!!!! So you can sleep, chill, even EAT. You got a private bedroom! We ain't bunk bedding out this motherfucker.
AWWW SHIT! YOUR OWN PRIVATE BATHROOM!!!! WTF!?!?!? YUH! You can shower and take a shit w/o anyone being up in your business!!! I'm not bullshittin either... I'm talking HOT WATER IN THE SHOWER.
We got ELECTRICITY. POWER ALL YOUR APPLIANCES. Play my XBox360 because I never do. No need for candles or firewood, because I got LIGHTS and HEAT.
-this pad has doors so people don't come up in yo space son
-this place has windows so you can see outside and shit. WHATSUP NEIGHBORS!
-tennis courts, 2 pools, parking garage, a park in the back, brand new gym so you can get swoll. Sand volleyball court WHAT!
Pic related, its me. Your bad ass new roommate.
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* Location: north of River Oaks
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commercial carpet pad
These rug pads prevent your rugs and mats from sliding on hardwood, ceramic, or laminate floors. Treated with an anti-bacterial agent, these pads avoid collecting mold, mildew, or odors. These pads are also fire-resistant and moth-proof and are easy to cut so you can customize the size and shape to fit any rug! The pad is very durable and will last for a long period of time. This rug pad is 2 mm thick and features a standard open mesh pattern. Rug pads will not keep water from leaking through them.
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