Chloe and Tia - The LA Flood Project (sitios de interés)
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Chloe and Tia
30-something exercise addicts
on their mountain bikes
Location: Griffith Park bike trails
Stage I
Chloe: So my brother gives me a weather app for my birthday and he says right to my face, “You couldn’t find an umbrella with two hands and a flashlight!”
Tia: Harsh.
Chloe: He so does not get me. I don’t want to be a tax attorney or any attorney. He thinks he’s soooo perfect.
Tia: Typical. Men.
Chloe: Anyway, like I told you, the shop’s just starting to buzz. I’ve got 137 followers on Twitter!
Tia: Caffeine massage. Hot.
Chole: Wet is natural, you know. And we’re so about natural. Who’s afraid of rain! Like spandex dries out in two seconds once you hit the Starbucks.
Tia: Trail’s kinda squishy here.
Chloe. Eeew. Ick. I guess mud’s natural, too. Let’s head for the sunny side of the ridge. I told you the skies would clear. I mean, at least the clouds broke up. We can—What the--? Rain!?!
Tia: Didn’t you check your app?
Stage II
Chloe: Can’t—even—see.
Tia: Up.
Chloe: Stay close. There could be mudslides. Subsidence. Learned that at St. Monica’s. I—
Tia: Shut up.
Chloe: We could die! This isn’t just rain. Why didn’t you say anything?
Tia: Even apps lie.
Chloe: I’m going to be so nobody! The shop. My car. I was going to will you my shoes. We can’t make it through this!
Tia: Shut up and ride!
Chloe: The trees are sliding! Melting—We’re close. Oh, Tia. The ridge. We’re there!
It’s—
Tia: It’s gone. All fucking gone.
Stage III
Chloe: At least we have stuff. I’ve got nutrition bars, sunscreen, Band-Aids, a whistle, tire repair kit, water—
Tia: Water.
Chole: Jeez. Look at all those people packed around the observatory. I don’t think my Berry got wet, but I’m not getting any bars.
Tia: Bars. Mojitos.
Chloe: Are you crazy? Wait, what if there are no bars? I did not think—just saw the wreckage. Bars, hospitals, the Grove—important stuff could be all gone. Maybe we should go.
Tia: Where? No home.
Chloe: We could be homeless! All I can see is glittery wet like a big reservoir. My brother’s house must be totaled—Manhattan Beach. And our place? Wow, an underwater WeHo. Where will we go?
Tia: We will go on.
Chloe: You’re getting too cosmic on me. Are you OK? Maybe there are firemen or policemen down there to ask what to do. Observatory guys are smart. Maybe they know what’s safe and what’s gone.
Tia: Men. Just another disaster, babe.
30-something exercise addicts
on their mountain bikes
Location: Griffith Park bike trails
Stage I
Chloe: So my brother gives me a weather app for my birthday and he says right to my face, “You couldn’t find an umbrella with two hands and a flashlight!”
Tia: Harsh.
Chloe: He so does not get me. I don’t want to be a tax attorney or any attorney. He thinks he’s soooo perfect.
Tia: Typical. Men.
Chloe: Anyway, like I told you, the shop’s just starting to buzz. I’ve got 137 followers on Twitter!
Tia: Caffeine massage. Hot.
Chole: Wet is natural, you know. And we’re so about natural. Who’s afraid of rain! Like spandex dries out in two seconds once you hit the Starbucks.
Tia: Trail’s kinda squishy here.
Chloe. Eeew. Ick. I guess mud’s natural, too. Let’s head for the sunny side of the ridge. I told you the skies would clear. I mean, at least the clouds broke up. We can—What the--? Rain!?!
Tia: Didn’t you check your app?
Stage II
Chloe: Can’t—even—see.
Tia: Up.
Chloe: Stay close. There could be mudslides. Subsidence. Learned that at St. Monica’s. I—
Tia: Shut up.
Chloe: We could die! This isn’t just rain. Why didn’t you say anything?
Tia: Even apps lie.
Chloe: I’m going to be so nobody! The shop. My car. I was going to will you my shoes. We can’t make it through this!
Tia: Shut up and ride!
Chloe: The trees are sliding! Melting—We’re close. Oh, Tia. The ridge. We’re there!
It’s—
Tia: It’s gone. All fucking gone.
Stage III
Chloe: At least we have stuff. I’ve got nutrition bars, sunscreen, Band-Aids, a whistle, tire repair kit, water—
Tia: Water.
Chole: Jeez. Look at all those people packed around the observatory. I don’t think my Berry got wet, but I’m not getting any bars.
Tia: Bars. Mojitos.
Chloe: Are you crazy? Wait, what if there are no bars? I did not think—just saw the wreckage. Bars, hospitals, the Grove—important stuff could be all gone. Maybe we should go.
Tia: Where? No home.
Chloe: We could be homeless! All I can see is glittery wet like a big reservoir. My brother’s house must be totaled—Manhattan Beach. And our place? Wow, an underwater WeHo. Where will we go?
Tia: We will go on.
Chloe: You’re getting too cosmic on me. Are you OK? Maybe there are firemen or policemen down there to ask what to do. Observatory guys are smart. Maybe they know what’s safe and what’s gone.
Tia: Men. Just another disaster, babe.