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Post by reitgerte2 on Jul 5, 2013 20:54:40 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: mar 3rd, 2pm. notes: lalala ask if you want an open. Lance had gone into work that day, and the fact that he'd even managed that was nothing short of a miracle. He'd gone in and started to train and after about an hour, his manager had pulled him aside and sent him home. No one knew what had happened. There was no possible way to even explain it. No one would believe him. No one was going to really believe that he'd saw a man die in front of him, that he'd been attacked by a flock of fire birds.
That he'd fought them off using a hose and an orb that responded when he spoke to it. He hadn't been alone then, but he sure as hell was now. He'd never felt so alone in his life. He'd always been the kind of person who simply drowned himself in friends when things got rough. Now that wasn't even an option. No one was going to believe him if he tried to explain himself. No one was going to believe that someone had died at a party in a mansion that wasn't even there anymore.
It was just gone. Completely gone. Along with it was Jesus's body, gone forever, and he didn't even have a last name to look him up with. Maybe he'd try anyway--there couldn't be that many Jesus's who worked as kindergarten teachers.
What would he even do then though? Go to his mother and tell him that her son had been burnt to death by magic fire birds, and that she'd never get his body back? Tell her that he loved her?
His brain hurt. He didn't want to think about it, and he didn't want to go home. If he went home he'd end up puking in the toilet again and wallowing in his own misery.
All he could do was wander the city, trying not to think about anything at all.
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jul 5, 2013 21:20:22 GMT -8
tagged: Lance Bishop. time: May 3rd, 2PM. speech: jun shi. notes: - - -. Jun Shi had landed in LA a scarce day before, and already he found that he wasn’t quite liking it. Unlike in Hong Kong, he didn’t quite have so much leverage in the States as he did back home. He had people, but most of them were overseas and few were willing to trust some random who’d just come into town. He was forging slow connections, and Jun Shi wasn’t exactly known for his extreme patience and sensibility.
The environment he was thrown into was another thing altogether. Not quite as crowded, hot as hell and bone dry, it seemed. The people spoke almost exclusively in English and actually finding triad connections that wouldn’t immediately report to Kun Shui when he contacted them was rare; he didn’t need his twin knowing he was in town until at least a week from now. Right now, he was on that soil purely for business, and that was what he planned to stick to until further notice.
Damn it, that Gabriel Kingston was going to have to pay him an arm and a leg… And a kidney, perhaps.
Downtown LA was one of those places that he hoped to find more information. A wide range of people, and a wide range of those who’d be willing to hand over some useful tidbit for a bit of cash or the right word dropped at the right time. The place almost looked to be a shopping district, but he neither knew nor cared.
Well, he’d been waiting in one place long enough. Whoever was supposed to meet him hadn’t shown up, and he felt a sort of broil right underneath his skin as he pushed himself off the wall, turned on his heels and began walking. Destination: unknown, but when had that been any different.
A little absent from reality, he suddenly found himself bumping straight into somebody walking down the street with a faint, indignant grunt.
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Post by reitgerte2 on Jul 6, 2013 13:00:20 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: mar 3rd, 2pm. notes: lalala ask if you want an open. Someone bumped into him, and on any other day, he'd have simply kept right on moving. That day, though, he felt the urge to lash out. To punch whoever'd run into him, and just keep on punching until he felt like he wasn't going insane. That was what it felt like though: Like he was going completely insane and he'd lost his mind after watching someone burn to death. His brain kept coming up with alternate explanations, that he'd been drugged or fucked up or something.
But in the end the orb was still sitting by his bed, glowing and reacting to things he did. It had stopped the birds and saved him, and it was solid. Either he'd completely lost his mind and was hallucinating it hours later, or the orb was really there, and he hadn't imagined it at all.
He wasn't sure which was more distressing.
As it was, it took effort to not slug the guy who'd bump into him. He just stepped back, forcing himself to take a long, deep breath. He could do it. He could be a stable, normal member of society and not completely lose his shit on a random stranger.
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jul 6, 2013 13:31:57 GMT -8
tagged: Lance Bishop. time: May 3rd, 2PM. speech: jun shi. notes: - - -. Jun Shi wasn’t exactly feeling amazing in the first place, and running headlong into another person wasn’t helping that. He took a step back, a slight frown creasing his features but otherwise still. He never underestimated the power of a glance and a split second; he’d lived along those lines for a very long time, and one look at the man who he’d bumped into caused him another second of pause.
The man’s shoulders were tensed, and so was his jaw. He seemed almost twitchy, not angry, but irritable and paranoid. The way he held himself didn’t convey much confidence, and he had been the one to deliberately step back first. There was a long, deep breath and a slight slump, and that was when it came to his full attention that the man seemed exhausted. His hair was a little toussled, there were dark marks under his eyes and he looked drawn in, as if he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep the day before.
His frown quickly turned up a little, tilting into a sort of smile that could’ve been described as ‘friendly’ if one didn’t know him better. Kun Shui knew that smile and always gave him a frown in return, because he knew he wanted something.
”Ah, sorry about that.” He sounded sheepish, almost, that nervous little grin still on his face. Like a lure; the man seemed a little too vulnerable for him to pass up at the moment. He was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, morbidly or not. And who was to stop him, anyways? ”Are you alright?”
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Post by reitgerte2 on Jul 9, 2013 12:58:40 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: mar 3rd, 2pm. notes: lalala ask if you want an open. Lance was not a distrustful person. He tended to give people the benefit of a doubt without feeling the particular need to quantify it. Others might have suspected or been nervous, but he simply went with it. If anything, he actually felt bad. He'd been ready to punch someone and the guy was being nice and sympathetic--he'd even apologized. The guy was just some poor guy going on his business who'd bumped into him by accident, and Lance had been ready to slug him.
Well hell, now he felt like shit. No one deserved that kind of unnecessary hostility, and it was obvious the man had seen it in him. He was acting even more apologetic then he should have been, and Lance shook his head.
"No, sorry -- I'm fine. Just a bit off today." And he wasn't going to slug him either, even if it might have looked like it. Now he just looked apologetic.
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jul 10, 2013 17:48:46 GMT -8
tagged: Lance Bishop. time: May 3rd, 2PM. speech: jun shi. notes: - - -. If nothing else, Jun Shi was a master puppeteer. He had to shift himself around a little to do so, however; bring his shoulders down, his eyes half lidded, a little droopy smile on his face told everybody that he was the most innocent little puppy you’d ever come across. He looked friendly enough at least; his clothes didn’t cause any raised eyebrows, wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, something his brother wouldn’t be caught dead in.
”Ah, I understand how that is.” Still grinning, nonaggressive in every way as he leaned forward barely an inch. It wasn’t quite enough to notice, but enough for him to get a better look at him. Dark hair, pulled back with a bit hanging out the front, nice clothes, pale skin… Hm, not bad, not bad at all. He could work with this, yes. And he seemed so vulnerable on top of that, like he hadn’t slept in days.
”Hey, what’s your name?” He stuck his own hand out. ”People call me Little Phoenix.” Because his actual name didn’t quite need to slip out so soon.
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Post by reitgerte2 on Jul 15, 2013 21:38:08 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: mar 3rd, 2pm. notes: lalala ask if you want an open. Maybe he wasn't' going crazy. Maybe he just felt like he was. Maybe it had all been real, and magic and phoenixes really did exist. He wasn't sure which was worse, but for the moment he clung to his sanity like a drowning man clung to a raft.
He raised an eyebrow at what was obviously a nickname or pseudonym, but drew entirely the wrong conclusions about it. The man was obviously Asian (Chinese by his guess, but he'd never been very good at guessing), and it was entirely possible that his name, if translated, meant 'little phoenix', and was one of those Chinese names that were damn near impossible to pronounce for the average English speaker.
He was wrong, but it was an entirely plausible solution, and he reached out, giving the man's hand a shake and offering a tentative smile. "Lance. Only it's not a nickname, just my actual name." Despite what it sounded like. "You live in the area then?" Lance had lived in the vicinity of LA his entire life, and he'd gotten used to things there. It was giving him a desperate bit of normalcy to cling to, just having a normal conversation.
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