Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2015 16:18:05 GMT -5
Lolicola knew immediately he was on the right side. Or, more exactly, he was on the right coast, having made the journey from Orange County to the borough of Manhattan; from the city of angels to the big apple. And what a delicious fruit it was to behold. Gone were the palm trees and sunshine and in were the foreboding monoliths of steel and concrete; cold and severe. This densely packed island, to him, was a breeding cesspool of malcontent and ill will. Even the air carried a certain bitterness that pleased him. But most of all it was fear he saw. Fear; the city was rank with it.
His father had set him up in a shabby little apartment on the Lower East Side; a single crummy room with a shared bathroom. It was very much a dank hole-in-the-wall sort of place, full of creepy crawlies and unsavoury characters, but Lolicola paid it no attention. He didn't need much space and as long as the door was sturdy - had a lock or two - then it would suit him just fine. As this was to be the beginning of his new life, Lolicola packed considerably little. Upon arriving, he slid his one suitcase full of clothes and minor amenities under his bed and left after a short word with the landlord. He forewent the subway and instead decided to take in the sites and sounds of the city.
Some time later he finally arrived at his destination - Public High School #552. This was the place his father had sent him to in hopes of correcting his behaviour. Lolicola smiled and popped a piece of gum into his mouth. He couldn't wait to get started.
His father had set him up in a shabby little apartment on the Lower East Side; a single crummy room with a shared bathroom. It was very much a dank hole-in-the-wall sort of place, full of creepy crawlies and unsavoury characters, but Lolicola paid it no attention. He didn't need much space and as long as the door was sturdy - had a lock or two - then it would suit him just fine. As this was to be the beginning of his new life, Lolicola packed considerably little. Upon arriving, he slid his one suitcase full of clothes and minor amenities under his bed and left after a short word with the landlord. He forewent the subway and instead decided to take in the sites and sounds of the city.
Some time later he finally arrived at his destination - Public High School #552. This was the place his father had sent him to in hopes of correcting his behaviour. Lolicola smiled and popped a piece of gum into his mouth. He couldn't wait to get started.