Post by Aeon on Jan 6, 2007 15:06:16 GMT -5
Damon had left Arcane Academy for a few months so far. He needed time to re-evaluate himself wondering what path he was taking. So far, the path has taken him to New Orleans in Louisiana. One of the cities in the Southeast United States that was hit hard by Hurricane Katrina, a category 5 hurricane.
The levees were designed only to protect against hurricanes up to category 3. Over 1,500 people were killed in Louisiana during the Katrina hit. The super dome was to act as a last resort but the hurricane hit and tore the roof off the superdome. It really showed the world let alone the United States that gap between the "lower" class and the "upper" class.
The local, state, and federal governments were all to blame. Amtrak offered to evacuate the citizens by train but the mayor refused. Foreign ships came in. However, one ship from Germany was refused admittance because they didn't have enough life vests. Other countries offered help but the government had refused.
Plus, the United States media had blown things out of proportion. Doing so made things worse. Instead of just going out to help, they were playing the blame game.
At the moment, New Orleans along with other parts of Louisiana and Mississippi were still being repaired. Mississippi was hit just as hard as Louisiana, but Louisiana had received the most media coverage. It was all political bullshit in Damon's opinion. But it didn't matter, Damon had left Arcane Academy for a brief while to head down to Louisiana and Mississippi to help out the Katrina victims and to help the people rebuild their lives.
It had brought Damon towards a room where he and several other people were painting white. The room would be designated as a classroom. For the last few weeks, Damon's been helping fix up a few schools, homes, and churches trying to help restore the faith of the people.
He had on a faded gray t-shirt, a pair of work boots, and a pair of faded blue jeans with a few rips on one side of the pant leg. Damon also wore on a pair of goggles over his eyes and a white bandana over his head to keep the paint from getting into his hair or onto his eyes.
Holding a long paint roller, Damon was working the ceiling of the large room.
"What class is this room going to hold?" Damon casually asked.
A large African-American man turned his direction towards Damon, "this one's going to be an American History class."
Damon nodded, "nice. It's going to have all sorts of maps and things?"
The man nodded.
"Hey, if you need internet access wired, you can talk to me," Damon offered. He was a techno-magic user so hooking up the internet for the school would be a cinch for him.
"Sure, you any good?" the man asked.
Damon smiled.
"I'll take that as a yes. When the school is officially open for business, I'm taking the job as the principal. I'm Reginald Jackson," the man introduced himself.
"Damon Vuong," Damon answered as he continued painting the ceiling. He then added, "might be interesting if we had parts of the city painted."
Reginald nodded, "that'll work. I'll get to that tomorrow." He then added, "my wife Rosalind is bringing lunch over. Rosalind and her friends cooked up a mighty fine meal. Shrimp gumbo, jambalaya, fried chicken, fried catfish, fried porkchops, mashed potatos with sausage gravy, biscuits with sausage gravy, fried okra, fried green tomatoes, red beans and rice, cheese bread, mmmmmmmmm..."
The thoughts of all that food started to make Damon drool. He shook his head and continued painting the ceiling.
"Damn, that sure sounds good," Damon said with a smile.
"Oh, it is," Reginald smiled as he continued to paint the walls.
The levees were designed only to protect against hurricanes up to category 3. Over 1,500 people were killed in Louisiana during the Katrina hit. The super dome was to act as a last resort but the hurricane hit and tore the roof off the superdome. It really showed the world let alone the United States that gap between the "lower" class and the "upper" class.
The local, state, and federal governments were all to blame. Amtrak offered to evacuate the citizens by train but the mayor refused. Foreign ships came in. However, one ship from Germany was refused admittance because they didn't have enough life vests. Other countries offered help but the government had refused.
Plus, the United States media had blown things out of proportion. Doing so made things worse. Instead of just going out to help, they were playing the blame game.
At the moment, New Orleans along with other parts of Louisiana and Mississippi were still being repaired. Mississippi was hit just as hard as Louisiana, but Louisiana had received the most media coverage. It was all political bullshit in Damon's opinion. But it didn't matter, Damon had left Arcane Academy for a brief while to head down to Louisiana and Mississippi to help out the Katrina victims and to help the people rebuild their lives.
It had brought Damon towards a room where he and several other people were painting white. The room would be designated as a classroom. For the last few weeks, Damon's been helping fix up a few schools, homes, and churches trying to help restore the faith of the people.
He had on a faded gray t-shirt, a pair of work boots, and a pair of faded blue jeans with a few rips on one side of the pant leg. Damon also wore on a pair of goggles over his eyes and a white bandana over his head to keep the paint from getting into his hair or onto his eyes.
Holding a long paint roller, Damon was working the ceiling of the large room.
"What class is this room going to hold?" Damon casually asked.
A large African-American man turned his direction towards Damon, "this one's going to be an American History class."
Damon nodded, "nice. It's going to have all sorts of maps and things?"
The man nodded.
"Hey, if you need internet access wired, you can talk to me," Damon offered. He was a techno-magic user so hooking up the internet for the school would be a cinch for him.
"Sure, you any good?" the man asked.
Damon smiled.
"I'll take that as a yes. When the school is officially open for business, I'm taking the job as the principal. I'm Reginald Jackson," the man introduced himself.
"Damon Vuong," Damon answered as he continued painting the ceiling. He then added, "might be interesting if we had parts of the city painted."
Reginald nodded, "that'll work. I'll get to that tomorrow." He then added, "my wife Rosalind is bringing lunch over. Rosalind and her friends cooked up a mighty fine meal. Shrimp gumbo, jambalaya, fried chicken, fried catfish, fried porkchops, mashed potatos with sausage gravy, biscuits with sausage gravy, fried okra, fried green tomatoes, red beans and rice, cheese bread, mmmmmmmmm..."
The thoughts of all that food started to make Damon drool. He shook his head and continued painting the ceiling.
"Damn, that sure sounds good," Damon said with a smile.
"Oh, it is," Reginald smiled as he continued to paint the walls.
