Post by Asana Salvatore on Feb 23, 2011 21:07:21 GMT 10
people change and promises are broken
clouds can move and skies will be wide open
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The sun was just cresting the morning sky. Thick, fat fluffy clouds rolling across the sky, flowing with the wind. The sky's color was not that of a cerulean blue, but of a light shade of tangerean, pearl pink, and flecks of molten gold that was shot with copper flecks. The sun's rays radiated from the sky, and upon the clouds that was tinted with a pinkish hue. Against the city, the sunrise looked breathtaking, halting many people as they stared at the fair beauty of this morning. A warm wind flowed through the trees and buildings, picking up leaves and trash a like. It tickled it's way through the fur of dogs and cats, breathing upon the soft skin of man and woman alike. Cars, many in variety, sped down the intersection, heading for work, to the beach, or just taking a drive instead of staying inside a stuffy house. The city of Sydney was as busy as usual, though it was a saturday morning, and not a weekday, so many people where not working. Some were, but most of society was letting out a sigh of relief to finally let the weekend come and catch up on much needed sleep. Cops sat lazily in there cars, watching the roads but without much enthusiasm. Sitting on their laps were boxes of doughnuts, some half eaten, with coffee having gone cold hours ago. Everything seemed to be normal on this Saturday morning, or as normal as it could be for the mortals. If only they knew what was waiting around the corner for them, how the Gods were angered and ready to kick their asses from this Earth to the otherworld. Then they would have started panicking. Yet, they were living their normal lives, and not causing as much trouble as usual.
Asana, one of the Heroes drove down the interstate. She had thick, golden brown hair fell down her shoulders in a silken waterfall. A white lock clinging against her right temple, and brushing her silken soft right cheek. Thick lashes framed wide, oval shaped eyes the color of copper gold. A small nose was tilted slightly, with full rosy lips that was dropped down in a frown. The scar upon her the heart - shaped face was stretched slightly, more visible against the cream honey colored skin that was flushed from the heat. A wore a black tank top, with a silver dragon running across her torso and chest. It was ironic, that the dragon looked so much like the tattoo that was really upon her flesh, though it was no wyvern. Anyway, she also wore short shorts that fit her well - muscled legs to the t, giving her legs a mile long look that ended in white nikes splashed with silver. A black jackket was put over her tank top, the sleeves push up to her elbows, the hood back. Her hair was put in a pony tail, with a pair of pale tinted sunglasses that was pushed up on her head. She looked elegant in her own way, though the scars were more visible then they would be usually. A was not using her gift, so the three claw marks on her calf were visible, the scar across her torso was slightly in appearence, and the one of her face was always visible. The only tattoo visible slightly was the wolf paw on her lower back, but mostly only the bottom part, which also have a glimpse of the wyvern. Her belly button ring have a slight bump to her navel, but nothing drastic.
Asana tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, hoping the person in front of her would speed up. Most people did not have work to do, but Asana did. She was a artist, who had a couple pieces of work she had to finish, and the put the last finishing touches on a website she had built by request of a well known bussiness. She worked best at mornings, and would have been at her studio hours ago had she not slept in, and wasted time of breakfast. Now the roads were slowed down, and she was getting pissed. Why could they not move faster? Did they have to go the speed limit of thirty miles per hour? she thought, growling under her breath. Her foot itched to press down on the gas, but she didn't need the cops on her ass. It would just make her crankier...and more hours before she could finish her job. Wow, why did the day have to start so bad? Espicially since it was a beautiful day? Grumbling under her breath, Asana sighed in relief as the car turned down the exit and she was free to pick up speed....but not by much. Another slow car was in front of her. Why me?...Just Why? she groaned.
Glancing at her watch, Asana swore fluently in three languages before muttering Sorry dad...a girl has to do what a girl has to do she mumbled under her breath. Swerving her car, she pressed down on the gas and shot down the interstate at a hundred miles per hour. She could have gone faster, her car being a Koenigsegg CCX, which could go up to two hunded forty - five, but she resisted...barely. On the side of her vision, Asana saw blurs of the cars she passed by but she gave them hardly a second glance. She swerved in and out of the traffic, using a bit of her magic to keep the police from seeing the silvery blur that was her car. Within minutes, she spotted her exit, released the gas and turned onto the road that led to her studio. It was in the middle of the town, but hey, she liked the skyline and if she had lots of money, why let it go to waste?
Slowing down, A looked for a parking space at the building that housed her studio. It also housed other floors that peopled had rented out for personal reasons but she hardly spared them a thought. Finding a parking space, she got out, rubbing a hand through the silken strands. Glancing around, she noticed everything was quiet and smiled softly to herself. Grabbing her cellphone and laptop, she walked to the door which was opened by a handy doorman. Stepping inside, she nodded her thanks and swept to the elevator. Once inside, she leaned back against the metal wall, and brought a hand to her temple. The small exert of magic had given her a headache, and it was not getting any better. Sadly, she thought, it was getting worse with each passing moment. When the doors opened, Asana swept out and opened the door to her floor. Stepping inside, she instantly went to work, placing her laptop on the desk and opening it. Within seconds, her fingers had swept by the security she had developed that kept even the best hackers out. With flourish, she opened the half completed website, then got up and went to get her art supplies. She placed them in front of the window, set everything up and went back to the computer....
Three hours later, at 10:16, Asana walked out of the room. She had completed the site, and called the owner, giving him the ok and the link. He had been impressed with the finely done website, and promised to send the check of six hundred grand to her bank acocunt by noon. She had thanked her for his genorisity, before hanging up and turning to the artwork. She had finished the three easels, and as before, called the people who had commissioned the art, and told them they could come and pick them up. Again, as before, they promised to give her the check to her banking account. Asana was making a good amount of money, but it was not like she cared. Money was just green bills that made life easy. If she could, she would trade in every penny, and a lot of pennies those were, just in return of friendship and companionship. See, even though she was a hero, and a ok in power one as that, she didn't really fit in. What Romanian Prime Minister daughter would? Asana knew she was different..the outsider and it hurt to think they would not accept her, but life would go on. It always did.
Sighing, Asana turned away from her car after she deposited her laptop. She had her cellphone and wallet with her, so no worries about anything. A walked down the now busy street, wanting to look normal. Yet when you where five feet six, not that tall but still, scarred and had this outsider aurora around you, people tended to cast curious glances and to stay the hell back. It hurt Asana a bit, but she took it in stride and just kept on walking. It was not her bussiness to judge people for judging her. She was a outsider, and nothing could change that small fact. Her blood was romanian and god, her accent thick, and her money far to green for their taste. Maybe someone would accept her, but not in the nearby future, or so A thought. Damn, how fate liked to prove her wrong. Her destiny was about to change....and maybe not for the best.
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