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Hidden within the bright lights and the vibrant nightlife of Castlehills, Colorado lied a veritable cornucopia of activity and electric neon energy. The city hosted a wide and diverse population of over 10 million people which after another recent tech boom dragged many of tech's rich elite to live in a new space. A true mix of the old charm of the small town paired with the massive looming obelisks of modern living have become more common place now, while the old generation cannot stand how their tiny town has changed over the last decade, the old guard had no choice under the sheer massive girl of progress. The fresh blood absolutely adored the "cheap" rent, the old world aesthetic that still remained and the magnetic night life that thrived due to the young population that lives here. This place is truly a paradise for any adventurous soul. Castlehills was after all at this current point in time the fourth largest city in America.
If one wished to dine out the international fire and flare of the line of restaurants that buzzed with hungry eaters was never without any new customers. Fusion, classic American barbeque, authentic chinese, even Ramsey pushed his way inside of the hallowed halls of the fastest growing city in the world. Yet, among all of these delicious flavors there was one that stood on top of them all with an astounding one year waiting period, except for those with the bank role to bribe their way in, the eclectic yet sublime food of Matsutaka Shinsuke's "The Sun Bowl" was the hottest restaurant in the city. A lovely restaurant nearly 150 seats for various hungry customers, the rush never ends for this fine eatery. Shinsuke perfectly marries his Mexican and Japanese heritage into a journey of flavor that requires a journey. Every bite is a step in his mixed life, experiencing whole worlds of spice and flavor from two totally different part's of the world. At first it seemed almost impossible to marry the spice and fury of Mexican cuisine with the pristine and precise skill required for the true enjoyment of Japanese clean flavors. Yet, it worked here and his offerings are only second to some of the more expensive steak houses.
While food was certainly quite the hallmark here, Castlehills has a vibrant theater and art section and was not a major institution for movies and the performing arts. For those who wished to go off the beaten path "The Torture Garden", an "anonymously" written show about a woman who develops Stockholm syndrome and refuses to leave even after the man is sent to jail. She eventually flagellates herself in a gruesome show of support for her husband until her own untimely demise, what made this show uncomfortable was the intimate setting of black box and a designated splash zone. Of course, the blood was all in good fun and there weren't too many fainting episodes. But of course there were many of more common affairs here as well: a stadium, a several night clubs and a healthy dose of bars and other chic shopping choices.
As previously stated thanks to a fantastic bus and a rapidly built train system with select stops into certain select spots in the city. It was a project that expanded every few months. But the living situation ranged from renting a home , some of the old homes look Victorian in their design even, that way away from the action in the heart of the city to being forced to pay exorbitant prices of the main metropolitan heart of Castlehills. At the very tip top of Castlehills in terms of living lies "The Towers". A top of the line shining, gilded tower to American opulence in the center of this city where the whole world was at the renter's hands. These towers held inside of them things that no man or woman spoke of outside of them, but it was the price of decadence. But wherever there was money, there was crime.
The brighter the cities' lights, the more virulent and toxic the underbelly was; like a stab wound that had become infected with gangrene. Crime bred in this city like an infestation of hornets, yet as long as the people were happy, fed and emptied; they never truly seemed to care. The police did their best to try and quell the growing problem but there were times where criminals had gotten to strong, to dangerous, to powerful. From various Mafia families, petty thieves, rapists; but of all the wild characters in the city of Castlehills it was truly insane characters that shined the brightest in this city of glitz and glamour. These criminals were dubbed the "Maniacal Menagerie"; and for the most part many who worked for the police left those
The crime figures that were published for the world to see were all a lie. No one truly knew what the actual numbers were and the mayor intended to keep it that way. Currently, at one of the nicer jewelry stores, a group of five criminals currently worked together to break through the back door lock. A pair of elegant fingers worked through the electronics of the security system and the locks with ease; unlike the other four bodies who were large and burly, this was one rather small and demure by comparison.
"Hurry up Tripwire!" One of the criminals urged ferociously as a pair of lookouts remained on edge. "We need to finish this before that red bastard shows up. Hurry the fuck up!" The smaller criminal was nudged forward as they put their hands up. They took out their phone and typed out a message for them to read.
"If you want this job done right, give me the time to do so... this security is tight." With that the criminal dubbed Tripwire put away their device and returned to their job.
"Fuck this shit!!!" The criminal lost their patience as with the power of his shot gun he blasted the door open and kicked it through. The criminals now went on a shopping spree with a hefty five finger discount. Their wild and feral laughter filled the air as they broke through the glass and took out rings, necklaces and other valuable pieces of jewelry. Tripwire was busy breaking through the electronic safe to get the money that was inside all the while, they were too nervous to do the job efficiently. The wild noises from the gang and the impending doom from someone that was coming made this too difficult to concentrate on.
If one wished to dine out the international fire and flare of the line of restaurants that buzzed with hungry eaters was never without any new customers. Fusion, classic American barbeque, authentic chinese, even Ramsey pushed his way inside of the hallowed halls of the fastest growing city in the world. Yet, among all of these delicious flavors there was one that stood on top of them all with an astounding one year waiting period, except for those with the bank role to bribe their way in, the eclectic yet sublime food of Matsutaka Shinsuke's "The Sun Bowl" was the hottest restaurant in the city. A lovely restaurant nearly 150 seats for various hungry customers, the rush never ends for this fine eatery. Shinsuke perfectly marries his Mexican and Japanese heritage into a journey of flavor that requires a journey. Every bite is a step in his mixed life, experiencing whole worlds of spice and flavor from two totally different part's of the world. At first it seemed almost impossible to marry the spice and fury of Mexican cuisine with the pristine and precise skill required for the true enjoyment of Japanese clean flavors. Yet, it worked here and his offerings are only second to some of the more expensive steak houses.
While food was certainly quite the hallmark here, Castlehills has a vibrant theater and art section and was not a major institution for movies and the performing arts. For those who wished to go off the beaten path "The Torture Garden", an "anonymously" written show about a woman who develops Stockholm syndrome and refuses to leave even after the man is sent to jail. She eventually flagellates herself in a gruesome show of support for her husband until her own untimely demise, what made this show uncomfortable was the intimate setting of black box and a designated splash zone. Of course, the blood was all in good fun and there weren't too many fainting episodes. But of course there were many of more common affairs here as well: a stadium, a several night clubs and a healthy dose of bars and other chic shopping choices.
As previously stated thanks to a fantastic bus and a rapidly built train system with select stops into certain select spots in the city. It was a project that expanded every few months. But the living situation ranged from renting a home , some of the old homes look Victorian in their design even, that way away from the action in the heart of the city to being forced to pay exorbitant prices of the main metropolitan heart of Castlehills. At the very tip top of Castlehills in terms of living lies "The Towers". A top of the line shining, gilded tower to American opulence in the center of this city where the whole world was at the renter's hands. These towers held inside of them things that no man or woman spoke of outside of them, but it was the price of decadence. But wherever there was money, there was crime.
The brighter the cities' lights, the more virulent and toxic the underbelly was; like a stab wound that had become infected with gangrene. Crime bred in this city like an infestation of hornets, yet as long as the people were happy, fed and emptied; they never truly seemed to care. The police did their best to try and quell the growing problem but there were times where criminals had gotten to strong, to dangerous, to powerful. From various Mafia families, petty thieves, rapists; but of all the wild characters in the city of Castlehills it was truly insane characters that shined the brightest in this city of glitz and glamour. These criminals were dubbed the "Maniacal Menagerie"; and for the most part many who worked for the police left those
The crime figures that were published for the world to see were all a lie. No one truly knew what the actual numbers were and the mayor intended to keep it that way. Currently, at one of the nicer jewelry stores, a group of five criminals currently worked together to break through the back door lock. A pair of elegant fingers worked through the electronics of the security system and the locks with ease; unlike the other four bodies who were large and burly, this was one rather small and demure by comparison.
"Hurry up Tripwire!" One of the criminals urged ferociously as a pair of lookouts remained on edge. "We need to finish this before that red bastard shows up. Hurry the fuck up!" The smaller criminal was nudged forward as they put their hands up. They took out their phone and typed out a message for them to read.
"If you want this job done right, give me the time to do so... this security is tight." With that the criminal dubbed Tripwire put away their device and returned to their job.
"Fuck this shit!!!" The criminal lost their patience as with the power of his shot gun he blasted the door open and kicked it through. The criminals now went on a shopping spree with a hefty five finger discount. Their wild and feral laughter filled the air as they broke through the glass and took out rings, necklaces and other valuable pieces of jewelry. Tripwire was busy breaking through the electronic safe to get the money that was inside all the while, they were too nervous to do the job efficiently. The wild noises from the gang and the impending doom from someone that was coming made this too difficult to concentrate on.