Remember how I said that trying to CASt your own Moroccan furniture was a challenge? Forget that I said anything. Art deco is impossible. I wanted something that felt like it belonged in the 1940s, and I was determined to make a movie theater. missroxor voted for art deco, and here I am, right on time abusing Q's generous extensions once again.
Custom Content: Neon signs by Bau, TV by CharlieSteal, cars by Fresh Prince and duckeggpie, and two lights from the Store.
They call it The City of Angels, but I know better. The folks who call it that aren't from here, and I think they might be on to something. Not living here, I mean. It's the best way to love this city of people and cars and palm trees that were born God-knows-where before ending up in California. The city will swallow you whole if you let it. Me? I was born here, but I've got a girl from Kentucky who keeps me sane. She's a bottle of bourbon that sits on my desk and doesn't ask questions.
I'm a detective by trade, but not for the cops. A private eye. I like to think outside of the box, the cops want to put me in a box. The iron kind with bars and a lock. We'll call it a conflict of interests.
I can't tell you much about my current employer, but I can tell you that this story starts with a dame. Not the kind who walks into your office looking like a movie star, though. This one's more like one of them silent film stars. Brooding, glittering, and not talking. They call her The Amazon. She's the jewelry box that celebrities sit in when they want to watch each other's films. They have to watch them somewhere, right?
The Amazon isn't like your run-of-the-mill movie palaces, though. She's smaller. Higher class. There are the kinds of movies that start on the casting couch, and there are even a couple that happen on the casting couch. They don't show those kinds of movies here. If you're at The Amazon, then you've made it. You're in the business.
And that's what everyone wants, right? To be in the business? You come to Hollywood full of dreams, and if you're dumb you leave it full of lead. I'm no dummy, though, which is why I'm not gonna tell you who I'm working for or how I got involved with The Amazon. You're a bright kid. Figure it out.