Post by Moose on Feb 16, 2008 0:09:21 GMT
Los Angeles
This would be the last place the experiments, would feel safe, or out of harms way. The streets are crowded with many people. More to threaten, more to hurt, more chance of getting spotted. Can the experiments with disabilities to pull in their animal appendages find a place to hide, or a way to fit in? Will the rage of the nearby gangs get the better of them? Traffic, police, news reporters, museums, and clubs, all in one place? This is going to be a life gamble.
The heart of LA is always beating with the sounds pinging elevator sky rise buildings, the clap of business shoes on the hard marble and cement. The continuous sirens of police cars, honking of urgent drivers, hollering of people catching a cab. The stale air trapped in between buildings, and the maze of living alleys. And the sizzling gun shots of riveting gangs silence the racket.
Then head up north to Hollywood. The narrow streets lined with tourists in front of the Kodak Theater. The white Hollywood sign glows at night with pride. Where the public can join the stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. And people go hand in hand with the cement handprints of a famous celebrities. The tattoo shops on the corner, crowded with people in Disney character jumpsuits. The smell of the sewer and cigarette smoke fill the air. Music junkies play on street corners for the folk's toss of spare coins.
And to the nearby west is the pacific ocean. With colorful beach houses that line the shores. The sketchy Venice beach, with the daily known people on skateboards with boom-boxes slung over their shoulders. That ride through incense smoke. The coffee steam that accumulates into the fresh salt water air. The tanned surfers on the watery skate park play their game with the sun.
This would be the last place the experiments, would feel safe, or out of harms way. The streets are crowded with many people. More to threaten, more to hurt, more chance of getting spotted. Can the experiments with disabilities to pull in their animal appendages find a place to hide, or a way to fit in? Will the rage of the nearby gangs get the better of them? Traffic, police, news reporters, museums, and clubs, all in one place? This is going to be a life gamble.
The heart of LA is always beating with the sounds pinging elevator sky rise buildings, the clap of business shoes on the hard marble and cement. The continuous sirens of police cars, honking of urgent drivers, hollering of people catching a cab. The stale air trapped in between buildings, and the maze of living alleys. And the sizzling gun shots of riveting gangs silence the racket.
Then head up north to Hollywood. The narrow streets lined with tourists in front of the Kodak Theater. The white Hollywood sign glows at night with pride. Where the public can join the stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. And people go hand in hand with the cement handprints of a famous celebrities. The tattoo shops on the corner, crowded with people in Disney character jumpsuits. The smell of the sewer and cigarette smoke fill the air. Music junkies play on street corners for the folk's toss of spare coins.
And to the nearby west is the pacific ocean. With colorful beach houses that line the shores. The sketchy Venice beach, with the daily known people on skateboards with boom-boxes slung over their shoulders. That ride through incense smoke. The coffee steam that accumulates into the fresh salt water air. The tanned surfers on the watery skate park play their game with the sun.
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