Post by Desiree on Jan 14, 2006 1:35:52 GMT
“I never thought about the universe, it made me feel small
Never thought about the problems of this planet at all
Global warming, radio-active sites
Imperialistic wrongs and animal rights! No!”
Franco Un-American. One of her favorite songs by Nofx, mainly because she could relate very well to it. Despite always having her nose stuck in a book, she never really did worry about the world, or the current goings-on. It gave her a headache to think about all the problems of both the magical world, and the muggle one. So she just shrugged it off and picked up another book. Or went scuba diving, she did that too.
”Why think of all the bad things when life is so good?
Why help with an ‘am’ when there’s always a ‘could’?
Let the whales worry about the poisons in the sea
Outside of California, it’s foreign policy”
Her voice, soft and lilting with a slight Hispanic accent, was accompanied by the melodic trill of her falcon, Elation. Elation was a gift from her grandmother, given to her upon arrival from Key West to Arizona. The peregrine was as cold and temperamental as her previous owner, especially towards Desi. Just because her father married a muggle and went to live with her in the sunshine state. But at least the bird was easier to tune out, and she had her nice moments.
Lifting her face to the sun, she smiled as a gentle breeze whipped by, tugging a few strands loose from her two plaits. Shifting the duffel bag slung over her shoulder, she followed the shoreline of the lake, digging her bare feet into the sand. Along with the duffel bag, she carried a back pack, bulky and stretched at the seams from the amount of things stuffed into it.
“I never looked around, never second-guessed
Then I read some Howard Zinn, now I’m always depressed
And now I can’t sleep from years of apathy
All because I read a little Noam Chomsky
I’m eating vegetation, ‘cause of fast food nation
I’m wearing a couple of shoes ‘cause of globalization
I’m watching Michael Moore expose the awful truth
I’m listening to public enemy and Reagan youth”
Reaching an area shaded by a large willow tree, she dropped both bags to the ground, opening the duffel bag and pulling out a large tye-dye beach towel, she spread it over the grassy area. Plopping down on the towel, she reached in the bag again, pulling out another towel, leaving it folded neatly on the corner. Over turning the bag in front of her, Desi began setting up her equipment; she was going to dive under the lake’s surface, explore the mysteries it held.
Idly smiling at Elation, who had perched herself over head, and for once didn’t make any rude comments, she wiped the goggle lenses clean, until she could see through them perfectly. Since she couldn’t see too well from far away- more like not at all, only blurs and odd shapes- her diving goggles were custom made with a prescription, making them more expensive, but very useful. Testing out her oxygen tanking, she took two deep breaths before closing the ring again.
Standing back up, she unzipped her shin-high corduroy pants, letting them fall past her hips and stepping out of them, next went the bubble-gum pink spaghetti-strap top. Normally her clothes were loose fitting, giving her a petite and scrawny look, but today she had went for a more beach-casual look that showed off her toned, tanned, and lithe muscles. More so now that she only stood in a form fitting two piece. The bathing suit was black, with red ribbons tying the bottom half on the sides, and the top half around her back and neck.
“I see no world peace ‘cause of zealous armed forces
I eat no breath-mints ‘cause they’re from de-hoofed horses
Now I can’t believe; what an absolute failure
The president’s laughing ‘cause we voted for Nader.”
Lugging the tank up, she strapped it around her back, checking and double checking the buckles, made sure the tank was full, and put on her black-and-red flippers. Pulling the goggles on over her eyes, she adjusted the mouth piece connected to her tank, taking a breath of fresh, clean oxygen. Walking toward the lake, she stopped and inhaled sharply at the cold water, then continued on, knowing she’d get used to the temperature. Once she was waist deep, she plunged in, kicking hard and fast, eyes fastened on the lake’s bottom.
Over an hour she spent down there, poking at the unfamiliar corals, picking up pearly shells and beautifully formed conks, placing them all in the net-bag tied to her tank strap. Finally, after getting a peek at the giant squid she’d heard rumors about, she floated back up to the surface, making her way back to shore. Dropping the conks and shells by her duffel bag, she unstrapped her equipment, leaving them out to dry.
Grabbing the folded towel, she dried herself off as best she could, pulling her hair free of the braids to towel dry it. After drying off, she pulled on her navy blue pants, bypassing the tank top. Opening up her back pack, she pulled out a large sketch book; several books on marine biology; two books on under water herbs, weeds, and creatures; and a thick journal. Leaving the books scattered around her, she flipped open the sketch book, grabbed a pencil and began drawing.
She’d write a detailed account of what she saw, listing properties and things mentioned from the other books, but that would come later. First she wanted to draw it out, create a picture of it all, catch the magic and beauty. Using thick, dark lines and arcs she drew shiny rocks, pointed shells, jagged rocks, fat, frilly corals in a variety of colors. And Merpeople. Many cautious, extraordinary Merpeople, all watching her with big, glassy eyes, holding lethal looking spears in their webbed hands.
That’s what fascinated her most of all. The creatures, very different from her, from humans. It’s the main reason she agreed to go to a magical school when she was eleven, and the reason she agreed to switch to Magic Horizons in her sixth year. To see other kinds of people. Lycans, Vampires, Faeries, Demons, Merpeople, and what ever else she could. Though she doubted she’d be meeting up with the majority of those kind; the possibility of death was too high a factor.
”I want to move north and be a Canadian
Or hang down low with the nice Australians
I don’t want to be another ‘I-don’t-care-ican’
What are we gonna do franco, franco un-American.”
Ooc: Invite Only. At least until after she posts, and she knows who she is. Then anyone is welcome.
Lyrics courtesy of the song ‘Franco Un-American’, off the CD ‘War on Errorism’ by ‘Nofx’; awesome group, very big on the Anarchy and anti-Bush stuff.
Never thought about the problems of this planet at all
Global warming, radio-active sites
Imperialistic wrongs and animal rights! No!”
Franco Un-American. One of her favorite songs by Nofx, mainly because she could relate very well to it. Despite always having her nose stuck in a book, she never really did worry about the world, or the current goings-on. It gave her a headache to think about all the problems of both the magical world, and the muggle one. So she just shrugged it off and picked up another book. Or went scuba diving, she did that too.
”Why think of all the bad things when life is so good?
Why help with an ‘am’ when there’s always a ‘could’?
Let the whales worry about the poisons in the sea
Outside of California, it’s foreign policy”
Her voice, soft and lilting with a slight Hispanic accent, was accompanied by the melodic trill of her falcon, Elation. Elation was a gift from her grandmother, given to her upon arrival from Key West to Arizona. The peregrine was as cold and temperamental as her previous owner, especially towards Desi. Just because her father married a muggle and went to live with her in the sunshine state. But at least the bird was easier to tune out, and she had her nice moments.
Lifting her face to the sun, she smiled as a gentle breeze whipped by, tugging a few strands loose from her two plaits. Shifting the duffel bag slung over her shoulder, she followed the shoreline of the lake, digging her bare feet into the sand. Along with the duffel bag, she carried a back pack, bulky and stretched at the seams from the amount of things stuffed into it.
“I never looked around, never second-guessed
Then I read some Howard Zinn, now I’m always depressed
And now I can’t sleep from years of apathy
All because I read a little Noam Chomsky
I’m eating vegetation, ‘cause of fast food nation
I’m wearing a couple of shoes ‘cause of globalization
I’m watching Michael Moore expose the awful truth
I’m listening to public enemy and Reagan youth”
Reaching an area shaded by a large willow tree, she dropped both bags to the ground, opening the duffel bag and pulling out a large tye-dye beach towel, she spread it over the grassy area. Plopping down on the towel, she reached in the bag again, pulling out another towel, leaving it folded neatly on the corner. Over turning the bag in front of her, Desi began setting up her equipment; she was going to dive under the lake’s surface, explore the mysteries it held.
Idly smiling at Elation, who had perched herself over head, and for once didn’t make any rude comments, she wiped the goggle lenses clean, until she could see through them perfectly. Since she couldn’t see too well from far away- more like not at all, only blurs and odd shapes- her diving goggles were custom made with a prescription, making them more expensive, but very useful. Testing out her oxygen tanking, she took two deep breaths before closing the ring again.
Standing back up, she unzipped her shin-high corduroy pants, letting them fall past her hips and stepping out of them, next went the bubble-gum pink spaghetti-strap top. Normally her clothes were loose fitting, giving her a petite and scrawny look, but today she had went for a more beach-casual look that showed off her toned, tanned, and lithe muscles. More so now that she only stood in a form fitting two piece. The bathing suit was black, with red ribbons tying the bottom half on the sides, and the top half around her back and neck.
“I see no world peace ‘cause of zealous armed forces
I eat no breath-mints ‘cause they’re from de-hoofed horses
Now I can’t believe; what an absolute failure
The president’s laughing ‘cause we voted for Nader.”
Lugging the tank up, she strapped it around her back, checking and double checking the buckles, made sure the tank was full, and put on her black-and-red flippers. Pulling the goggles on over her eyes, she adjusted the mouth piece connected to her tank, taking a breath of fresh, clean oxygen. Walking toward the lake, she stopped and inhaled sharply at the cold water, then continued on, knowing she’d get used to the temperature. Once she was waist deep, she plunged in, kicking hard and fast, eyes fastened on the lake’s bottom.
Over an hour she spent down there, poking at the unfamiliar corals, picking up pearly shells and beautifully formed conks, placing them all in the net-bag tied to her tank strap. Finally, after getting a peek at the giant squid she’d heard rumors about, she floated back up to the surface, making her way back to shore. Dropping the conks and shells by her duffel bag, she unstrapped her equipment, leaving them out to dry.
Grabbing the folded towel, she dried herself off as best she could, pulling her hair free of the braids to towel dry it. After drying off, she pulled on her navy blue pants, bypassing the tank top. Opening up her back pack, she pulled out a large sketch book; several books on marine biology; two books on under water herbs, weeds, and creatures; and a thick journal. Leaving the books scattered around her, she flipped open the sketch book, grabbed a pencil and began drawing.
She’d write a detailed account of what she saw, listing properties and things mentioned from the other books, but that would come later. First she wanted to draw it out, create a picture of it all, catch the magic and beauty. Using thick, dark lines and arcs she drew shiny rocks, pointed shells, jagged rocks, fat, frilly corals in a variety of colors. And Merpeople. Many cautious, extraordinary Merpeople, all watching her with big, glassy eyes, holding lethal looking spears in their webbed hands.
That’s what fascinated her most of all. The creatures, very different from her, from humans. It’s the main reason she agreed to go to a magical school when she was eleven, and the reason she agreed to switch to Magic Horizons in her sixth year. To see other kinds of people. Lycans, Vampires, Faeries, Demons, Merpeople, and what ever else she could. Though she doubted she’d be meeting up with the majority of those kind; the possibility of death was too high a factor.
”I want to move north and be a Canadian
Or hang down low with the nice Australians
I don’t want to be another ‘I-don’t-care-ican’
What are we gonna do franco, franco un-American.”
Ooc: Invite Only. At least until after she posts, and she knows who she is. Then anyone is welcome.
Lyrics courtesy of the song ‘Franco Un-American’, off the CD ‘War on Errorism’ by ‘Nofx’; awesome group, very big on the Anarchy and anti-Bush stuff.