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<blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 5957082" data-attributes="member: 4936"><p>Michelle liked the Yellow Brick Row. Not because of its stupid decor, or the insipid human tide of tourists and screaming children and harried soccer moms chattering on the cellphones. She liked it because it had one or two decent shops, and because anyone of <em>consequence</em> avoided the place, so she could window-shop without them seeing her.</p><p></p><p>Living the high life on a low salary took moxie. Determination. Guile. You had to be a winner, even if you hadn't actually <em>won</em> yet. The yet was key to that. You had to...project an <em>image</em> of success, so that people's minds would be fooled enough to override their eyes dutiful reporting of the dreary facts.</p><p></p><p>Your fifty-dollar suit could become a five hundred dollar one, if you wore it with style. And guile.</p><p></p><p>But that didn't mean she wanted to hustle her way down the banker's row all her life. You couldn't fake some things. The diamond necklace in the display at Bannister's was like that. Even modern manufactured 'fake' diamonds didn't sparkle like that...or have that distinct rainbow in every facet. </p><p></p><p>She'd look <em>smashing</em> in that, in a nice gown with a neckline that promised without quite delivering; maybe a low back...</p><p></p><p>Lost in fantasies of the future, Michelle suddenly realized there was a disturbance. Bannister's was at the far edge of the row, but there was something happening farther in. </p><p></p><p>Then the shockwave hit. Wind like a hammer. Glass breaking. The ground rose up and slapped her like a betrayed friend.</p><p></p><p>Michelle came to a moment later, only blacking out for a second. Smoke was in the air, and screams. She was woozy...disoriented. First things first...get away, then make calls. Terrorists were attacking, or...or...something. The smoke was all around though, sharp and pungeant. Screams too....crying...</p><p></p><p>She tried to turn away, but she had no idea where she was. When the wind picked up and the smoke cleared, Michelle realized to her dismay she'd gone farther in, <em>towards</em> the epicenter.</p><p></p><p>Wails of sirens in the distance. Emergency responders coming.</p><p></p><p><em>Steady</em> she thought. <em>Think this through.</em></p><p></p><p>Maybe she could use this. The worst seemed to be past, and it wouldn't do her rep any harm to be hero of the hour. No indeed.</p><p></p><p>Carefully, she picked her cellphone out of its little sheathe at her belt, and started dialing, as she worked her way towards where the emergency people would be heading...and the TV crews as well.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shayuri, post: 5957082, member: 4936"] Michelle liked the Yellow Brick Row. Not because of its stupid decor, or the insipid human tide of tourists and screaming children and harried soccer moms chattering on the cellphones. She liked it because it had one or two decent shops, and because anyone of [i]consequence[/i] avoided the place, so she could window-shop without them seeing her. Living the high life on a low salary took moxie. Determination. Guile. You had to be a winner, even if you hadn't actually [i]won[/i] yet. The yet was key to that. You had to...project an [i]image[/i] of success, so that people's minds would be fooled enough to override their eyes dutiful reporting of the dreary facts. Your fifty-dollar suit could become a five hundred dollar one, if you wore it with style. And guile. But that didn't mean she wanted to hustle her way down the banker's row all her life. You couldn't fake some things. The diamond necklace in the display at Bannister's was like that. Even modern manufactured 'fake' diamonds didn't sparkle like that...or have that distinct rainbow in every facet. She'd look [i]smashing[/i] in that, in a nice gown with a neckline that promised without quite delivering; maybe a low back... Lost in fantasies of the future, Michelle suddenly realized there was a disturbance. Bannister's was at the far edge of the row, but there was something happening farther in. Then the shockwave hit. Wind like a hammer. Glass breaking. The ground rose up and slapped her like a betrayed friend. Michelle came to a moment later, only blacking out for a second. Smoke was in the air, and screams. She was woozy...disoriented. First things first...get away, then make calls. Terrorists were attacking, or...or...something. The smoke was all around though, sharp and pungeant. Screams too....crying... She tried to turn away, but she had no idea where she was. When the wind picked up and the smoke cleared, Michelle realized to her dismay she'd gone farther in, [i]towards[/i] the epicenter. Wails of sirens in the distance. Emergency responders coming. [i]Steady[/i] she thought. [i]Think this through.[/i] Maybe she could use this. The worst seemed to be past, and it wouldn't do her rep any harm to be hero of the hour. No indeed. Carefully, she picked her cellphone out of its little sheathe at her belt, and started dialing, as she worked her way towards where the emergency people would be heading...and the TV crews as well. [/QUOTE]
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