(Look at this nerd who's never had night in the city.)
...Excuse us, are you being a dick to HELENA, of ALL PEOPLE?
(I'm sorry, she's Southern, it's reflex.)
God we've got so much shit to work on.
"...It's genuinely hard to describe. If a picture is worth a thousand words, how many would I need to spend just to describe the scents, the sounds?" Erin's voice takes on a wistful quality. "...From high up, New Avalon at night is a portrait of lights girdled by fog, like a city in the sky. Down low the fog muffles the world, cut through by the lights of cars and the calls of the people. Gunshots in the distance would unnerve me more if I didn't know that might be my people holding the line, but closer, so much closer, you might pass by a bookstore that only opens after midnight, or get hailed on the street by a guy with a street cart who will, inexplicably, make you the best fucking kebab you've had at any time of day. Anyone out that late at night is weird, so you get to see and hear all kinds of fashion, music, walk past people staggering out of the nightclubs eight drinks in and trying not to die. The trains rumble through the haunted subways beneath your feet, making the streets vibrate as they go, catlike and listening..."
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...Excuse us, are you being a dick to HELENA, of ALL PEOPLE?
(I'm sorry, she's Southern, it's reflex.)
God we've got so much shit to work on.
"...It's genuinely hard to describe. If a picture is worth a thousand words, how many would I need to spend just to describe the scents, the sounds?" Erin's voice takes on a wistful quality. "...From high up, New Avalon at night is a portrait of lights girdled by fog, like a city in the sky. Down low the fog muffles the world, cut through by the lights of cars and the calls of the people. Gunshots in the distance would unnerve me more if I didn't know that might be my people holding the line, but closer, so much closer, you might pass by a bookstore that only opens after midnight, or get hailed on the street by a guy with a street cart who will, inexplicably, make you the best fucking kebab you've had at any time of day. Anyone out that late at night is weird, so you get to see and hear all kinds of fashion, music, walk past people staggering out of the nightclubs eight drinks in and trying not to die. The trains rumble through the haunted subways beneath your feet, making the streets vibrate as they go, catlike and listening..."