Post by bloodbank on Aug 17, 2014 3:20:21 GMT -5
[Known Name: Boo/ Integrity 5 / Defense 2 / WP [x][x][x][x][x][x][x] Health [][][][][][] Initiative 6 / Luck Magic **** avoiding violence]
Its late but I'm so awake sleep is a very distant thought in my mind. I've walked every inch of this apartment six times now. I've opened the fridge shut it again. I've flipped through every basic channel I get and not even the fuzzy channel interest me tonight. I find myself on the balcony overlooking my luxury view of the brick wall across from my apartment and the ally three floors down. The night is warm, but has an air about it that reminds me of home. I miss the bayous something terrible tonight or maybe I just miss home in general. This Vieux just wanted to go home, but he can't. Not no more, never. That makes me "en colaire" (angry for those not from where I'm from)
My feet itch to feel the city and I can't do that standing in my drawz as I am now. Nanny always said, "If ya got to go out, go out in style." sad to mention she didn't always mean that for just mingling on the streets. I slip into some better digs and I must be expecting something nice because as I'm touching up my five o clock shadow in the mirror I find I'm in one of my second best suits. Its a fine black as dark as my skin with not a stain on it, I have a cream silk skirt under it and a pair of leather shoes. I must be going to church. I smirk at myself. Looking good does make you feel good.
Taking up my cornstraw hat from the door that only ruined the image a little of a respectable type I take my old beat up cane from the umbrella holder and I hit the streets whistling the rattle of chicken bones in my pocket mixing well with the tune.
Its late but I'm so awake sleep is a very distant thought in my mind. I've walked every inch of this apartment six times now. I've opened the fridge shut it again. I've flipped through every basic channel I get and not even the fuzzy channel interest me tonight. I find myself on the balcony overlooking my luxury view of the brick wall across from my apartment and the ally three floors down. The night is warm, but has an air about it that reminds me of home. I miss the bayous something terrible tonight or maybe I just miss home in general. This Vieux just wanted to go home, but he can't. Not no more, never. That makes me "en colaire" (angry for those not from where I'm from)
My feet itch to feel the city and I can't do that standing in my drawz as I am now. Nanny always said, "If ya got to go out, go out in style." sad to mention she didn't always mean that for just mingling on the streets. I slip into some better digs and I must be expecting something nice because as I'm touching up my five o clock shadow in the mirror I find I'm in one of my second best suits. Its a fine black as dark as my skin with not a stain on it, I have a cream silk skirt under it and a pair of leather shoes. I must be going to church. I smirk at myself. Looking good does make you feel good.
Taking up my cornstraw hat from the door that only ruined the image a little of a respectable type I take my old beat up cane from the umbrella holder and I hit the streets whistling the rattle of chicken bones in my pocket mixing well with the tune.
