Dr Raven Sable better known as FAMINE (rev_66) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-09-18 20:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | famine |
Who Famine (closed)
What Killing some time and people.
When This noon
Where Poor neighborhoods in L.A.
Status Closed, narrative
The trucks and vans arrived early, avoiding the rush from big avenues to reach their destination just sharp on time. All the vehicles were large, slim and painted on black, more like a carnival, they appeared a funeral march. The drivers hurried for they didn’t want their supplies to get decomposed by the heat or the (curiously-but really, not necessary strange in a city like Los Angeles) increasing pollution downtown. The men and women dressed in black working-clothes diligently unpacked the stored goods and carried into the public schools, shelters, dinning communes. People were waiting for them: grim children locked to their parents’ legs with hungry eyes and equally thin charitable social workers and nuns who greeted the team with beatific smiles. The parties exchanged the pleasantries of affection and warm words of gratitude before leading the provisions to their respective kitchens.
If you looked at them a few days from now, it would be obvious to thank the MEALS® to put up more fat in their bones. In a week, they would be obese and half of them would have died of heart attacks. At least, they would not starve they would think without knowing any better.
“Thanks boss,” one of his employees commented when he returned from this duty. Doctor Raven Sable was supervising the deliveries himself; if they paid attention enough, they would notice the sleek line of his suit was ruined by a bump nearby his pockets. “I never thought I’ll be able to do something like this. You really care about people and you give a great inspiration to others.”
“Thanks. Good job, everyone,” he complimented with a thin smile and patted his underling’s back. “This is the last one. Let’s go home. I’m sure you all are dying for a SNACK. Drinks on me.”
They all cheered him and self-congratulated themselves as they started the engines to drive back home.
Famine fulfilled his promise. And he didn’t harm the wine.