Koda's Thoughts
Fog. Fogged up windows, fogged out mirrors. Everywhere, on all reflective surfaces inside the tour bus, there was fog. And how?
Louisiana was at a downpour, a state of flooding. Rain from nearby ponds, lakes, and even the great Mississippi herself had contributed to torrential rains not recorded in this area in a long time. The clouds began to literally blacken like something out of a horror film, which prompted Riker to change the radio station to one in the Loui area. We heard the forecast of severe wind and inches upon inches of rain. Residents of over twelve counties were advised to stay indoors and not go out for fear of flash floods. We, unfortunately, we already out in the mess and had no choice but to stay in it. We scoured the closest hotels for rooms to stay in as the black sky stampeded over us; having no luck of course because every one had their 'No Vacancy' neons on. All too soon, the sky let out it's own ocean and we were forced to stay inside the bus. So, currently, we sat quietly inside the foggy vehicle at seven o' clock in the evening just waiting.
I was perched on the Zach's bunk, smearing my hand across the haze. There was nothing but ebony everywhere; as if there had never been any other color besides black in nature. I pushed up the little window and as soon as it had the opening, mist sprayed my face. It felt good; a coming and going brush of water across my skin that breathed with the wind. I heard the loud whisks of a tree barely visible across the street as it lost leaves and brushed up against other fauna and a fence. I saw a wrought-iron gate that was nearly invisible in the downpour.
I knew plenty of the rich history of Louisiana. It always fascinated me as the state seeped in magic, murder, secrets, and creatures so scary yet beautiful. Historically, as far as it's recognition as a state, I can only say so much, but as for it's more cultural history....... Louisiana has always been my favorite place. New Orleans especially has been a city cut out and stapled to black magic lore and vampiric affiliation. My favorite classic novel, 'Interview With The Vampire' by Anne Rice had ties to Loui and New Orleans almost entirely as told by the hundreds-of-years-old vampire, Louis. Louis told if his entire life from his beginnings as a young man to his transformation by iconic character Lestat, and his journeys across seas in search of his origins with a vampire child named Claudia. Anne Rice's depiction of age-old New Orleans was exactly how I wanted to see it, exactly as I would picture it, even if we were two hours away from the place. Either way, my go-ho galore with the city was enriched now by the darkness provoked by unforeseen doings. One can only think of what had to be asked to get this sort if downpour, or if anything were at all.
Lost in my dreaming I hadn't realized Zach had entered the room until it were almost too late.
"Boo." he whispered in my ear as he simultaneously wrapped his wet arms around me. I jumped and hit the screen with enough force to launch it out of the windowsill.
"Why are you wet?" I asked.
"Why's the window open?" he asked back as he reached around me to close it.
"Because I was fooling around and now need to go get the screen I knocked out."
I moved quickly to strap my Vans on before Zach could really say too much.
"What?" he asked, turning over and staring at me.
"I'll be back." I replied bluntly then strode across the floor to the door.
"Where are you going?" Jeremy asked me.
"To go get something."
As soon as the door came open, it was almost ripped off the hinges. I grabbed it and pulled against the wind and rain, and made a quick exit by jumping down into the water. I slammed the door a little harder than I meant to when I finally got it closed.
