linda park. (lindapark) wrote in cityofgotham, @ 2008-07-16 12:49:00 |
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It was raining. It had to be, right? It was so typical. Linda stepped out of the cab and right into a puddle that soaked her nylons up to her knee. Great. If that wasn't indicative to what her experience in Gotham would be, she didn't know what was. Gotham was, without contest, the grossest looking place that she had ever step foot. Not that Keystone was the cleanest, most beautiful city on Earth. It was no Metropolis. But even Keystone, being all industry, managed to be cleaner than this. Ah, well, she wasn't here for site-seeing. She was here for the Flash.
The cabbie helped her get her luggage, a large, burgundy suitcase, from the trunk. He left it on the curb and got back in. Typical. Any other city, they would at least offer to take it to the door. It didn't matter that much, however, because the door man of the hotel came over and lifted it for her. Well, she might not like Gotham, but the Ritm Marlton was at least nice. Good job, Channel 4. The doorman entered the hotel, but Linda stayed outside to take her last look around Gotham for the night. Hideous.