| All we have to see, is that I don't belong to you, and you don't belong to me. FREEDOM! |
[25 Apr 2009|09:21am] |
[Hogsmeade]
[mid day]
[anyone]
*holding wand to throat* It's not right! We need to set our animal brothers and sisters free, not condem them to a life in cage! Would you want to live your life in a cage with people poking and staring at you?! NO! Speak for those who don't have a voice! Stop the zoo! Save an animal, stop the zoo! Save an animal, stop the zoo!
*picks up a sign that reads "ZOOS=DEATH"*
*marches around in a circle carrying sign* Save an animal, stop the zoo! Save an animal, stop the zoo! Save an animal, stop the zoo! Save an animal, stop the zoo! Save an animal, stop the zoo! Save an animal, stop the zoo!
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| Life is no cabaret, we don't care what you say, we're inviting you anyway |
[29 Mar 2009|01:08pm] |
[Diagon Alley, outside Sugar n Spice]
[midday]
[anyone]
Nica slowly moved her arms, trying not to show that she was moving. Since scaring the teens earlier she hadn't moved. She wasn't quite sure how long ago that was, but should could only guess that it was two or three hours. Normally it didn't tire her out this quickly, but it had been so long since she had posed as a living statue she was a little rusty. It didn't help that every time the door opened she got a healthy whiff of coffee. And a smoke, Merlin, she hadn't had one in hours. She cringed inwardly when her fingers twitched at the thought of a cigarette.
'I would kill for a cup of coffee and a few cigarettes and some crisps. Maybe I should pack it in for the day,' she thought before noticing a family walking her way. Nica watched a family walk over and talk about the amazing statue, she waited until they almost walked away and then she moved.
LIfe is no cabaret, we don't care what you say, we're inviting you anyway
"Why thank you," she said smiling, bending down to look at the kids. She joined their parents in laughter as the kids jump and screamed in shock. Nica waved goodbye to the family, enjoying the movement while she could. Even though it was a little painful at the moment she really did enjoy being a living statue. It gave her time to think, plot her next art piece and listen to her inner voice. Sometimes she even recited poetry or sang Weird Sister songs in her head. It was nice to take a break from speaking, although she could never go completely silent like one of her friends from Munich did.
More people were gathering around her so she decided to keep it up, even though it was starting to hurt a little. She could control her movements enough to keep form cramping. And from the sounds of the coins dropping in her hat, she would be able to pay rent. Now if only the smell of coffee would stop tempting her, she would be great.
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| Now watch me rock the spot like Basquiat minus the heroin |
[05 Mar 2009|06:01pm] |
[Diagon Alley]
[afternoon]
[anyone]
It felt strange being back in Diagon Alley after spending so much time wandering the world finding herself. She hadn't anticipated the possibility that she might find it at home. Or close to home. The more she sat on the bench outside Fortescue's the more everything seemed to have stayed the same, but she had to admit to herself that she was enjoying the familiarity. Nica had woken up before the sun even rose and staked her claim on the bench and had spent the entire day sketching the world around her. Sometimes they were true to life, other times they were how she saw them, but all of them were brightly colored. In all her travels she had only found a handful of places that were more colorful then Diagon. She did a few portraits when people asked, even a cartoon for a ministry worker; Fortescue traded her an ice cream cone for sketch of her shop. Nica leaned against the bench and closed her eyes and took in the smells of Diagon Alley in the afternoon, the bread from the bakery down the way, the sweet smell of waffle cones and ice cream, saw dust and cigarette smoke, an odd burned match smell with a touch of vanilla and turnips, the dustiness drifting over from Ollivanders, too much perfume, and her favorite broom polish. Slowly opening her eyes she started to sketch the smells.
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