Descriptive Essay On New Orleans

The sun rose, bouncing into the sky like a great fiery yo-yo over the city of Orleans sending the moon packing. Inside the compound the sound coming from Monk Parakeet chirping away in their cage began to stir the female awake. With a soft groan she rolled onto her back, and Angelina tossed an arm over her eyes to block out the dots of sunshine that danced across her bedroom as it came through the lace curtains that hung just above Angelina's bedroom windows. The aroma of New Orleans slowly wafted its way through the open window. The female's mind was still fuzzy, maybe even disoriented with the last remnants of a dream that was being chased away with the realization that she was now awake and a new day had started. Gee what a day she had planned for herself, it was hard work being a prisoner. Although it had been a nice dream too, something about sitting under a big oak tree in a meadow full of flowers, there was something else, but the details were fading fast

even as she lay there trying to recall them. Shame it was only a dream.

With a mental sigh Angelina admit defeat, she allowed her brain to focus on reality and cautiously she peeled one eye open. The brunette could see tiny dust-motes dancing within the bright warm morning light. Blinking, she stared up at the ceiling with her vibrant brown hues. Angelina closed her eyes for a brief moment recalling last night events, guilt was the first emotion that came to mind. The brunette would admit she'd been childish in her efforts to starve herself, yes it was rather stupid and immature on her part....Angelina would admit that much. However the brunette wasn't about to give up her freedom so easily, that was a promise! Turning her head toward the door she could hear movement coming from just outside the bedroom door, no doubt Klaus's hounds coming to fetch her. "Let them wait." Angelina muttered and slowly sat in the upright position. Her brown curls fell loosely around her delicate frame, cascading downward. Rubbing her head, the brunette yawned. "Mmm..." she moaned with a stretch. Finally tossing the white bed sheet aside, revealing she wore only a pair of white laced panties with matching tank top. Another stretch then Angelina placed her bare feet on the floor and walked over to the window.

Outside she could see French and Spanish masonry buildings, intermingled with newer and modern additions.

Different interesting spices blended with, the hustle and bustle of the south. New Orleans, also nicknamed the "Big Easy," was well known for its round-the-clock nightlife, vibrant live-music scene and spicy, singular cuisine reflecting its history as a melting pot of French, African and American cultures. Everything in the city of New Orleans, from the food, architecture, and the music reflected the rich heritage of it's bustling city. Even though the brunette had been kidnapped, held captive within the walls of it's compound, she couldn't deny that New Orleans was her kind of place. Angelina had decided that if she was ever to settled down, that it would be here, here in this hustle and bustle part of metropolitan. Although it would seem the choice had been made for her as of recently. Feeling the goon squad had waited long enough, Angelina turned from the secrecy and walked leisurely to the

bathroom.

After cutting on the shower Angelina stepped in front of the mirror. Perfection, the brunette was an extraordinarily beautiful and alluring individual. Her face was of an oval shape, she had almond-shaped deep brown eyes with thick full dark lashes. And her bone structure? Flawless. Angelina's hair was a wealth of brown curls, with a splash of rebels color. Not permanent, the brunette had to reapply the color after a few days. Nevertheless it gave her appearance personality! As steam began filling the room fogging up the mirror, Angelina quickly brushed her teeth and then rinse with Listerine. Once finished she stepped into the shower. Water pours down over Angelina, bathing her skin lightly, taking careful notice of her woman parts. Tilting her head upward the sound of the water suddenly becomes the only she can hear, slowly her mind fades into dullness and everything becomes a foggy illusion. The sensation of the steamy water sets her at ease, taking her mind off things. All the things she honestly don't care about. Her mind swirls, and it's like standing under an everlasting waterfall. Ever so beautiful, but it never lasts, the sound of knocking ripped Angelina from her thoughts. Cutting off the water she grabbed a towel and answered her bedroom door. "What!?" she asked with a bit of an attitude.