[Des might be able to figure out that he's being pulled towards the commercial district of downtown, surrounded by mile high skyscrapers that glitter in the bits of light that sometimes find their way through the clouds gathering over the city, blowing their infamous winds down among the people. Large crowds push down the thick sidewalks, past people hunched against the buildings, out of reach of the winds, or vendors and grifters who compete for passerby’s attention, their manners alternately loud and subtle - either turning their heads with shouts and bangs or with a few seductive words or visuals.
It's through this crowd that Des finds himself drawn, though the point of focus that feels like the end of the rainbow in his subconscious is hella surprising.
It's a line for a canopied fruit stand.
Except that the line stretches quite a ways along the sidewalk, and includes a lot of people wearing clothing that seems out of place among other pedestrian Those in line wear leather, or mini skirts, heels, shined black patents, goth wear, heavy makeup. A man stands right inside the canopy fold, with a clipboard, speaking to everyone who enters.
No one seems to be purchasing any fruit, but instead they brush right past the guy and disappear inside the canopy to the left, as if the entire line is being sucked into the skyscraper which the vendor stand leans against.
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It's through this crowd that Des finds himself drawn, though the point of focus that feels like the end of the rainbow in his subconscious is hella surprising.
It's a line for a canopied fruit stand.
Except that the line stretches quite a ways along the sidewalk, and includes a lot of people wearing clothing that seems out of place among other pedestrian Those in line wear leather, or mini skirts, heels, shined black patents, goth wear, heavy makeup. A man stands right inside the canopy fold, with a clipboard, speaking to everyone who enters.
No one seems to be purchasing any fruit, but instead they brush right past the guy and disappear inside the canopy to the left, as if the entire line is being sucked into the skyscraper which the vendor stand leans against.
No one appears to be exiting the stand, either.]