NationStates Jolt Archive

Hollywood, California Brought to you by Pepsi and Foot Locker

Another beautiful morning in Hollywood. The sun broke over the hills, amplifying the smog which loomed overhead, making it a sight to see. Visitors often found that Hollywood and Los ANgeles in general benefited from glorious sunsets and sunrises. Sadly, they always later find out it is due to the rampant pollution. The cultural center of the country, this is where movie magic happens and actors and actresses reside. It's a place of preppy kids who drive cars that they did not buy themselves and greedy executives seeking to exploit something or somebody. Massive product signs glistened in the backdrop of the rising sun. All the stores remained open 24/7, providing everything one could want and everything one didn't need but made anyways and people still bought because they thought they needed it or thought it was cool because everyone else is buying it, until something elses comes along that is even more useless and wasteful.

In the suburbs everyone lived their lives, houses sponsored by corporations. Housing: Brought to you by Exxon. It was a new idea by companies to build housing, with the agreement that the people would buy their products and becoem spokespersons. It was a financial mine with endless veins of idiots. These houses were normal and nothing stuck out from the rest. In a dining room, an everyday family gathers for breakfast...

A father in a business suit sat with a cvup of joe, reading the local newspaper which compromised of 80% adds and 20% news. Of that twenty percent, only five percent...make that two percent was of anything of substance. Despite this fact, he read on, captivated by...whatever. The mother, dressed in a woman's pant suit buzzed about the kitchen, straightening her hair. A young son sat infront of the television.
"In other news today, the markets in Africa continue to drop, sparking a renewed outbreak of fighting. Famine continues to strangle the dark continent as efforts by the European Union to eliveate the suffering are of little good...This news report brought to you by Happy-Mart, customer service with a smile all the time"
A teenage girl, about 17 walked down the stairs. Her hair was shoulder length black, wearing faded jeans and a shirt with The Misfits logo on it.
"Morning, sweetie. Ready for school today?" Mom asked, still buzzing around for her purse. The girl gave her an expression of 'I hate school and all the assholes who go there' kindof look.
"Amber, why so down?" Dad asked, looking up briefly from the articles of adds.
"We live in a blind consumer society rules by greedy and all powerful corporations who exploit our own ignorance as well as the poor just to make a profit" Amber poured out as she grabbed her bag and headed out the door without saying good-bye.
"The stories she comes up with. She's very imaginative" Mom smiled and Dad gave a "Sure is".

A guy sitting in a Bugatti Veyron, the fast car in the world, was seeing lights in his windshield. "Watch this," he said to himself. He pressed a button on his "High Speed Key" and immediately hit 250mph. The police slowly were left behind. "Another's day work," he said as he sped toward Los Angeles.

I thought I'd just bump this back up.

Shenyang, I know you're online.

It was at the bus stop Amber realized exactly how correct she was in her last statement to Dad just prior to leaving the house. The bus stop was three houses down from her own where several other students gathered, unenthusiastically awaiting the arrival of the bus. The buses...that's another marketing scheme. No longer do plain yellow school buses occupy the traffic lanes in the morning and afternoon. The buses remain the same make and model, save one exception. The color, there is no more color scheme. They are moving billboards for all various products and companies. The school names are on the sides but are surrounded by a sea of relentless advertisement. It sickened her to see such blatant greed and power held by so few. What she hated more than those with the power were the dumb sheep who followed blindly without question or opinion. The masses disgusted her the most, how blind they were to the Big Picture, the Big Scheme of the corporations and the capitalistic tyrants that helmed them.

Tucked under her arm was an English book. Her class currently studied Macbeth by William Shakespeare. It was a play she most enjoyed and overall enjoyed literature. She aspired someday to become an English teacher but often thought of her classmates and wondered if the students she would teach years from now would be equally if not more incompetent and shallow as the current ones.
"Hey Amber, how was your weekend?" asked one Clair Poplin, one of her few friends in school. She was much like Amber in her distaste for society and overall hatred of the capitalistic order.
"Alright, I suppose" Amber shrugged and yawned slightly.
"My weekend pretty much sucked. My parents are thinking about allowing Tyson's Chicken to advertise on our property." Claire sighed, clearly hating the prospect of a giant Tyson's Chicken sign outside her window.
"That's stupid, hopefully it will fall through" Amber hoped fgor her friend.
"I just hope they don't decide to change our last name. I think Poplin's rather distinct." Claire laughed. There was a few moments of silence before another regular of the stop dropped in. His name was Jacob Wheeler, soon to be Jacob Sam's Club. He did not share their thoughts on society.
"Hey girls" he tried to be smooth. Jacob was a rather, unintelligent drab who spent his time working at the local Sam's Club part time. He drove on and on about how he loved it there. Amber and Claire attempted to ignore him but he percistantly kept on it until the moving advertisement platform drove up to whisk them away to school.

The same guy blew through Nevada, with many cop chases on the way. He just simply parked on the side of the road when they had lost him and turned off his headlights. Then, he turned towards Los Angeles, and kept on driving.

In Los Angeles

The guy, Thomas Vanek, looked at all of the advertisements everywhere. It made him want to throw up, as he did when he got his basin from the side seat. "Let's see," he thought to himself. "A house to live in. Just for two weeks, once the Extreme Races are over."


OOC: How about your person's parents are offering up room for someone to live in temporarily? That's how our characters can meet.

The bus plowed on through the streets, picking up more students, filling the bus to the breaking point. Noting the surge, Amber moved from her seat to join Clair who stared out the window at nothing in particular. Some whispered that the two were lesbians; of course, these assumptions were false. Like-minded people tended to cluster together, that's all. After about ten minutes the bus made a turn and passed the Greenhill Shopping Center. It compromised of open-air shopping stores with several fast-food joints. AT the center, resided the beacon of blatant capitalism in Amber's world: Happy-Mart. Happy-Mart was a local store chain which expanded across the country, started and owned by David Crawford, the posterchild for greed. He came from money, was money, and made money. The logo was an annoying yellow smiley face with a wide grin with bright white teeth and dark, empty eyes. Amber interpruted the smiley face by saying that the smiley face represented society. The outside was flashy, clean cut and pleasant, while the inside was devoid of substance, a shallow existance. Amber despised Happy-Mart, hated David Crawford even though she never saw him before, and loathed everything Happy-Mart standed for.

It sold anything and everything. From clothes to food, from electronics to shaving cream. It ran the local businesses out of town and ironically, some of them currently work at Happy-Mart. Crawford was "an important and prominent pillar" to many people. He bought their loyalty all the while using illegal immigrants to supplement the workforce and pay them drab wages. She only ever stepped foot inside the Devil's Den when her parents forced her to go. Other than that, she rarely even looked at the damn place and avoided it as often as possible.

Vanek drove through the streets. Then he noticed a bus, with a girl looking out the back at all of the malls and like and looking like she would need his basin. He decided to tag along right next to her and see what she'd do. He started to wave.

OOC: What else does my guy have to do? And she's bound to notice him immediately, Veyrons aren't exactly seen much. In RL there's about 17. 25 people are on a waiting list.