Big Trouble in Little China ... open

[Jamie McKinley Ryan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px; height: 535px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/qZbsY.jpg)] Jamie was ambling unsteadily down the sidewalk; his hands full of take out Chinese food and the keys to the Jetta held between his teeth. Little China was really busy tonight on account of some celebration; people were already lining the streets to see the dragon parade and he’d had to park down the block just to pick up dinner. Not that he minded. Any excuse he could use to get out of the cramped little apartment he shared with his twin sister was a good one. And also, the night was brilliant. It was late summer and it had rained before. The streets were washed clean and shiny, and the temperature had dropped from hot and unbearable to nice and comfortable. Pausing to allow an old woman being led hastily by a raven haired little girl, the young man smiled around his key as he watched them. He let his gaze linger on them until they’d made it down the walk and disappeared into the lively throng of strangers, and chuckled throatily at a pair of tall Asian men dressed like China dolls and taunting a ‘little person’ in a dragon costume. He took a step to cross the street without looking, and suddenly, a group of people on bikes nearly ran him over. “Ahhh!” He stepped backwards and gasped, and the keys fell down, down, down…right down the grates of a gutter. “Ah…shh…” Jamie bent his knees and juggled the take out boxes as he peered down the sewer. He could see the car keys glinting in a puddle of muck and he bit his lip hard to keep from cursing out loud and LOUDLY. That was the second set of keys he’d lost this month. Trying to balance the bag of food on his hip with only one hand, Jamie tugged his cell phone out of the pocket of his dark blue jeans with the other. Annnnnnd…it was dead. He always, ALWAYS forgot to charge the stupid thing. No one ever called him anyway. Except Jasmine and only when she wanted something from him. He tried not to answer those calls. He usually failed and did anyway. Letting his head fall back on his neck and loosing a mirthless laugh, Jamie now regretted not just going to that burger place around the corner. Oh noooo. Jasmine had wanted Chinese and rather than hear her whining for the rest of the night he had driven half way across town. He cursed under his breath and sank down to sit on the sidewalk. The food smelled good and his stomach growled. Placing the food on the footpath beside him, Jamie pulled an egg-roll from one of the bags and started eating. ............................ words: don't count em. clothes: whatchoo see in the pic notes: hi there.

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[Jodi-Beth Branning]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d4d4d4; width: 450px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; border-left: #7E6F8C solid 6px;] { still in love with judas, baby,       When he comes to me, I am ready, I'll wash his feet with my hair if he needs. Forgive him when his tongue lies through his brain. Even after three times, he betrays me, I'll bring him down, bring him down, down, a king with no crown, king with no crown .     Errand girl again. Doing as she was told again. Why the hell did she do this? Why did she put herself through this? Was she just glutton for punishment or what?? As she headed down the streets, she made a point of spinning and squeaking her converse over the slightly over the damp areas of ground. She wasn't fussed about the hustle and bustle around her, she simple wanted to let herself loose a little before she was forced to join her not-boyfriend with a bag of stodgy food to soak up the drugs and alcohol he was probably still pumping into his system.... It wasn't like she could judge him, she wasn't exactly innocent by any means, but she just resented the fact she'd been cooking most of the day but because he decided he wanted chinese - here she was. She sighed occasionally as she walked, her mind not really on the crowds around her or the man she knew she had to go back to, but the curly haired four year old who was being put to bed by Grandma again tonight. Her mother seemed angry as much as disappointed. Jodi-Beth daren't tell the woman, who'd practically raised her Grandchild since the day Jodi had her, where she was going or who she was seeing, she didn't need to, her mother hated her life style when she wasn't seeing Tyrone, but if she knew Jodi was seeing him again after everything, she'd probably never see her child again. Nothing seemed really out of the ordinary, Jodi-Beth knew what was going on in Little China so anticipated the crowds and waves of fancy dressed Asian people, it was kind of why she'd believed T did this on purpose. Well, nothing seemed out of the ordinary until she spotted the guy sat on the side walk, chewing on chinese food. Between his clothes, the boxes off food beside him and the fact he was fairly well groomed, it was obvious this main wasn't homeless, but the pure fact he was sat there seemed bizarre. She slowed slightly, aiming to just walk past him and trying not to stare, but she was but a couple of steps passed him before she quickly spun on her toes and looked down at him. "Don't get me wrong, each to their own and everything... but like... Don't people normally go home to eat or.... a restraunt.... Maybe even.... a bench?" Her shoulders shrugged under her slightly adolescent Dopey t-shirt ( it didn't matter that she found it in the kids section, it was cute and it fit! ) The Brooklyn bred blonde peered down at him with, with concern as much as confusion. Maybe he didn't have anywhere to go... She was only assuming. TAGS: Jaaaaamiiieee WORDS: 472 WEARING: this NOTES: I hope this works, I'm mainly talking rubbish XD

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[Jamie McKinley Ryan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px; height: 535px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/qZbsY.jpg)] Jamie was quite content; sitting at the edge of the walk and enjoying his steamy take-out, but then again, the young man was very, very easily satisfied. Also, the thought of Jazzy’s face when she found out the food was cold AND she had missed a dragon parade in Little China drew a goofy grin across his puckish face. The secretive smile grew into a full-blown beam, and soon he erupted into a fit of self-amused laughter that turned a few heads though he didn’t notice. Munching on an eggroll and happily watching as a small red dragon danced beneath red clothed men on stilts and holding fake swords, Jamie forgot completely that he was supposed to be mad and that his keys were in the gutter. He was actually enjoying himself. It was good to get away from his apartment. Good to get away from her. It was tiring, really. Taking care of her all the time. He felt like he worked a full time job and then got off in time to play babysitter. Even though this was nothing new to Jamie, it was a feeling he never lived down and one that made him feel guilty as hell. He finished his second egg roll and fished a pair of wooden chopsticks from the bag; tearing them open and rubbing the ends together for a moment before pulling the small white box of Dan-Dan noodles out. Jamie continued to devour the Chinese and watch the parade, barely noticing the animated blonde; that is until she came to a sudden pause, and whirled around to peer down at him. He froze, chopsticks shoved in his mouth, as he’d been taken by surprise mid-bite. Pulling the sticks slowly from his lips Jamie chewed slowly and with his mouth closed. His cheeks glowed red all the way to the tips of his ears and an embarrassed smile formed on his lips. Oh, that smile. It was always giving away his feelings. He was a failure at the poker table. “Normal people do, I guess.” Jamie answered her when he was finally done chewing the bite. He never thought about what he said before he spoke. It was a habit both he and his sibling shared. No brain to mouth filter. Jamie lifted his shoulders in a vague shrug and took another bite, watching her curiously. This time his mouth was still full of food when he spoke again. “It was a very abnormal occasion,” he nodded to the parade. “I thought it called for a little break in tradition. I almost didn’t even use the chopsticks.” He held them up. “Wouldn’t it have been even MORE unusual to walk by and have found me eating all this with my hands?” ............................ words: don't count em. clothes: whatchoo see in the pic notes: hi there.

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[Jodi-Beth Branning]

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[Jamie McKinley Ryan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px; height: 535px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/qZbsY.jpg)] Jamie had wrapped another insanely massive amount of Dan-Dan noodles around the chopsticks and then stuck it into his mouth, nearly spitting it out and choking when the bubbly blonde confessed she would think him a bum had she passed by to find him eating with his hands. It took him a moment to find his breath, swallow what was left of the noodles in his throat, and finally to find his voice, and when he did, that same goofy smile was beaming back at her; completely in agreement. “Yeah…a bum. That sounds about right.” He replied, half laughing as he spoke. “I think I’d be the most popular bum in little China though. I’d be the vagabond with a hook-up to the Golden Dragon. Best Chinese food around…most expensive too.” He kinda’ winked at her after that, reaching over to dig in the bag once more for God only knew what. When he sat back upright he had an extra pair of chopsticks and the little white container holding the eggrolls. His eyes were still ablaze with humor, and the tell-tale grin still spread across his visage. Her words weren’t bothering him one bit. In fact, he’d probably think the same thing about her if the situations were reserved and she sitting there munching Chinese food on the sidewalk and he standing above her. “I dropped my car keys in the grate.” He pointed at the offending grate and the keys shining up from the depths with the packaged sticks, and then pointed to the parade still happening just past where he sat. “Unusual occasion.” He added by way of explanation. “I don’t live real close by. I figured I’d eat while it was still hot and enjoy the show before calling someone for a ride.” He shifted on the concrete, offering her the little white take-out box. “Eggroll?” ............................ words: don't count em. clothes: whatchoo see in the pic notes: I don't think its rubbish at all <3

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[Jodi-Beth Branning]

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