09-16-2012, 06:43 PM
Sinopa flapped her wings around a bit to cool herself and the others off; just to stir a small breeze, really. "Mmm, I can already taste the catfish! I found some old preserved spices in that shack outside town; they don't taste too moldy so I figure we can use that. Bit spicy though."
Back in Utopia, Diane had returned home and was unwrapping her hands from boxing bandages as she glared at her well-worn punching bag. She'd ripped a new hole in the one side and she'd have to patch it later. With a grimace she flopped down into her easy chair, leaning back and closing her eyes as she wiped sweat off of her forehead. She felt a bit better now, but she knew she'd be better off if she stayed in for a few days.
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!