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Escape from L.A
Nov. 2nd, 2021 02:55 pmFor the writing prompt: 3. Your character read the directions wrong, if they read them at all. Now something's not Quite Right.
"Would you all just shut up! I know where I'm going. Don't I, Ulrik?"
The blond singer just stared at his young guitarist and shrugged. He didn't know where the hell they were going either and now all five were looking confused at the sign in front of them. All of Blixt; Bjorn, Ulrik, Sigurd and Lars with Mick tagging along because he wanted to meet the new lads as he called it. Sigurd stepped up to the sign, which was at the side of the busy LA city street and frowned. His English wasn't as good as either Bjorn or Lars' so just shook his head and looked to Bjorn.
"Can no one read fucking English here?"
Mick stepped up to the sign and then squinted at the words. He could read English perfectly but this? This was something new. No one seemed to know what it meant at all. The words were pretty worn since the sign was old and all five were pretty drunk since they'd been to around two or three clubs now. What was the time? Early evening, so around seven O'clock. Very early for a rock star who often collapsed into bed at around 5am in the morning.
"I can't bloody work out what it says either, mate. Something about going that way down the alley for a party. The club must be down there surely."
Bjorn shoved past Mick to squint into the dark, dingy alley and shook his head. No. That couldn't be it. How the hell was a nightclub down some dingy alley that was just a line of garbage bins. Nope. This was utter bullshit! Lars folded his arms and tutted in his usual irritated tarty way when things weren't going his way.
"Why don't we just go back to the club we just came out of? It's got to be better than standing around on the street getting weird looks from the locals."
Sigurd thought this would be the best idea because they looked out of place standing on the street corner looking like lost tourists. That's what they were. Lost tourists from other countries. Jesus! The sign was just in a foreign language. It had to be. Mick gave it another shot to try and help his Scandi friends as he glanced at the wording one more time and knew it had to say something like;
"CL---uB >>>pAR..TY! ThIs WAY!>>>"
"Club Party, this way?"
The Brit shrugged and then turned to the rest of the group who just looked at each other and decided that it would be the best option to just go down the alley and check it out. Club party. Bjorn then decided to storm off down the alley way, waving his hand behind his head to get the others to follow. What an evening so far! Mick followed behind the tall Swede and behind him the rest of Blixt. Sigurd wasn't so sure about this...
"I don't know, Bjorn. It looks like a dead end to me. Lots of garbage everywhere."
Lars stood on a dirty banana skin close by one of the dumpster bins and screeched in disgust, kicking it towards Ulrik, who made a face and then shoved the drummer for being a bitchy tart. There was no sign of any club and the sign was surely a joke or perhaps someone had scrawled on it to mislead people. Bjorn was up ahead and then suddenly let out a loud scream of terror. He turned around and ran back, barging into Mick, nearly knocking the guitarist over as he screeched in fear, running back onto the road. Everyone else ran with Bjorn wondering what the hell was going on.
"What the hell?--- What's going on, Bjorn? Why did you scream?"
Lars angry and irritated because his boots were now soiled with disgusting trash. The Swede singer just pointed at the way they had just come and couldn't speak since he was obviously terrified at something. Mick was just looking behind, wondering if the Swede wasn't just high.
"There were----things back there! Creepy rats! I fucking hate rats!"
Sigured just rolled his eyes and Ulrik frowned, confused. Mick started giggling to himself because the bitchy singer was afraid of a few rats. Or maybe it was a massive nest. Either way there was no club down the alley and something wasn't quite right. Time to head back to the club they had just been to because there was no way the band was going to spend time partying with a bunch of city rats.
"Would you all just shut up! I know where I'm going. Don't I, Ulrik?"
The blond singer just stared at his young guitarist and shrugged. He didn't know where the hell they were going either and now all five were looking confused at the sign in front of them. All of Blixt; Bjorn, Ulrik, Sigurd and Lars with Mick tagging along because he wanted to meet the new lads as he called it. Sigurd stepped up to the sign, which was at the side of the busy LA city street and frowned. His English wasn't as good as either Bjorn or Lars' so just shook his head and looked to Bjorn.
"Can no one read fucking English here?"
Mick stepped up to the sign and then squinted at the words. He could read English perfectly but this? This was something new. No one seemed to know what it meant at all. The words were pretty worn since the sign was old and all five were pretty drunk since they'd been to around two or three clubs now. What was the time? Early evening, so around seven O'clock. Very early for a rock star who often collapsed into bed at around 5am in the morning.
"I can't bloody work out what it says either, mate. Something about going that way down the alley for a party. The club must be down there surely."
Bjorn shoved past Mick to squint into the dark, dingy alley and shook his head. No. That couldn't be it. How the hell was a nightclub down some dingy alley that was just a line of garbage bins. Nope. This was utter bullshit! Lars folded his arms and tutted in his usual irritated tarty way when things weren't going his way.
"Why don't we just go back to the club we just came out of? It's got to be better than standing around on the street getting weird looks from the locals."
Sigurd thought this would be the best idea because they looked out of place standing on the street corner looking like lost tourists. That's what they were. Lost tourists from other countries. Jesus! The sign was just in a foreign language. It had to be. Mick gave it another shot to try and help his Scandi friends as he glanced at the wording one more time and knew it had to say something like;
"CL---uB >>>pAR..TY! ThIs WAY!>>>"
"Club Party, this way?"
The Brit shrugged and then turned to the rest of the group who just looked at each other and decided that it would be the best option to just go down the alley and check it out. Club party. Bjorn then decided to storm off down the alley way, waving his hand behind his head to get the others to follow. What an evening so far! Mick followed behind the tall Swede and behind him the rest of Blixt. Sigurd wasn't so sure about this...
"I don't know, Bjorn. It looks like a dead end to me. Lots of garbage everywhere."
Lars stood on a dirty banana skin close by one of the dumpster bins and screeched in disgust, kicking it towards Ulrik, who made a face and then shoved the drummer for being a bitchy tart. There was no sign of any club and the sign was surely a joke or perhaps someone had scrawled on it to mislead people. Bjorn was up ahead and then suddenly let out a loud scream of terror. He turned around and ran back, barging into Mick, nearly knocking the guitarist over as he screeched in fear, running back onto the road. Everyone else ran with Bjorn wondering what the hell was going on.
"What the hell?--- What's going on, Bjorn? Why did you scream?"
Lars angry and irritated because his boots were now soiled with disgusting trash. The Swede singer just pointed at the way they had just come and couldn't speak since he was obviously terrified at something. Mick was just looking behind, wondering if the Swede wasn't just high.
"There were----things back there! Creepy rats! I fucking hate rats!"
Sigured just rolled his eyes and Ulrik frowned, confused. Mick started giggling to himself because the bitchy singer was afraid of a few rats. Or maybe it was a massive nest. Either way there was no club down the alley and something wasn't quite right. Time to head back to the club they had just been to because there was no way the band was going to spend time partying with a bunch of city rats.