phenomenon

[meimei]

Mei raced threw the apartment and out the window the fire escape, her dark eyes on her brother's back as he vanished down the alley.

"Eh, Gege!" she shouted, waving her arm to get his attention. When he turned she tossed a duffel bag over the side of the fire escape down to her waiting brother. Her brow lifted to match his own expression and she smirked. "It's from Baba! He didn't want you leaving unprepared!"

When she got a snort and a salute all she could do was smile. Sometimes, being the youngest wasn't so bad. At least the little things she did for them was appreciated. Sighing, she let her gaze travel down the alley towards the market. There was nothing better than Chinatown in her mind. There was always a crowd, she enjoyed the people coming and going. There were always so many kinds.

After a moment of watching people pass the mouth of the alleyway and vanish, the woman darted back into the house and grabbed her coat.

Out in the crowded street Mei found herself enjoying the sounds and vibrancy of the city. She'd always been a tomboy, dresses were for sissies and you did what you had to do. Besides, she had older sisters that were gorgeous. Why did she need to be such a girly girl? She spent more time with her brother's than her sisters growing up, and then there was Baba..

There was some things you did because you were expected to do them, and other things you did because you wanted too. Being like her father was because she wanted to be. Her family was a mix of strong personalities When you got a group of people like that together, you opened a can of worms. Mei was just like them, all personality-- and larger than life in her own way.

Her train of thought was cut drastically short when she smacked into something terribly solid. Her head jerked up and she tilted her head, huh. "Sorry..."

Word Count: eh?
Tagged: Open
Music: Phenomenon
Notes: Yeah I don't know where I'm going either.. *takes more cold meds*

[quin]

QUNLEY hart was not in the mood. For any of it. She wasn’t in the mood for the cold weather and she wasn’t in the mood for the boots on her feet that felt tight. And she was most definitely not in the mood for being bumped into. It was bad enough daddy had insisted on a borderline heath code violation of a restaurant to have lunch in, but to be bowled over in the street by some dirty lower manhattanee? Not. Acceptable. In fact, someone was going to pay a very dear toll for their error. A very dear toll indeed.

NOW miss Hart wasn’t an unreasonable person (or so she liked to tell herself anyway..) but she had limits, and they were being stretched to their very short extents. If it wasn’t one thing today, it was another. Really now, was it too much to ask for that daddy choose a nicer restaurant and for Jimmy Choo to design boots that don’t hurt? And for stupid, insipid people to look where they are going! It was really not that hard! Even blind people managed to get about without crashing into others and making a scene. It must have taken a complete retard…

THE brunette raised her eyebrow, sour look on her face. Sorry? SORRY? The little.. creep thought a sorry… was good enough? She just ran into Quin! The very least she could do was to start begging for the far superior person’s forgiveness, but sorry?? That was all she was willing to give? Quinley felt any mercy she may have had melting away into blind furry. No one, but no one, got away with treating Quinley Ophelia Hart with such utter disrespect. Quin was set on making sure this little thing knew were she stood, and the correct behaviour towards people of a higher place was, and she knew just the way to do it; abject humiliation.

GLARING at the girl, Quinley puffed herself up to her full height. It worked best if you leered over someone you were trying to intimidate. “Excuse me?” she spoke icily, soft at first. Though the anger was clearly in her voice. “You bump into me and all you have to say for yourself is sorry? This is not China. If you can’t learn what is respectable in this country I suggest you go back to where you came from, you dirty immigrant!” Sure, what she was saying was vile and cruel and not at all polite.. but the other girl had been asking for it..

` w o r d c o u n t ! 425
` l y r i c s ! man eater, idk who by
` t a g ! mei
` n o t e s ! sorry is sooo short, headachy bad =(

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[meimei]

Couldn't she have ran into someone else? Mei ran her eyes up the legs of the girl to the face and her brow shot up gauging her right before the racist comments blurted from her pert cupid's bow. It wasn't as if Mei had never heard a racist comment before. She couldn't help letting her mouth hang open in shock before she shook it off and lifted her head high. Even the glare, and the intimidation that the woman was trying to ooze from every poor didn't stop her from giving her own fierce look.

"Excuse me?" the woman had absolutely know idea who Mei was, or where she came from and yet that instantly racist and politically incorrect comment had the brunette staring at her as if she'd grown three heads. She hadn't realized she'd echoed the woman's comment, she was far to shocked otherwise.

Shrugging her shoulders she snorted and moved to step around the woman, she didn't have time for this. Nor did she want to be bothered with her. She was late meeting Moosh as it was. Her jaw set in a firm line, "You're excused." was all she had to say. She really had no idea who this woman was and she really didn't care at that point. She wasn't used to being disrespected that way.

Heading back into the crowd she didn't expect to be followed, Mei liked to have the final word. But that wasn't why she was walking away now. No she didn't want to stand there and be insulted by some stuck up broad anymore. Grumbling her brows knit. Killing her good mood instantly with a few words.

People weren't nice.

Status: Finallyyy
Word Count: eh?
Tagged: Quinn
Music: Phenomenon
Notes: Bahaha, oh this is going to be interesting.. and what do you mean short?

[quin]

AND she wasn’t going to be followed. It didn’t exactly matter how many witty (or just plain hurtful) comments Quin still wanted to hurl at the little puke. She was not going to follow her down the street, like some sort of dog begging for attention. No. Quinley Hart had a lot more class then that. Such actions were so far beneath her she couldn’t even visualise that action enough to even say hello to it. Not that she’d want to. Gross. The point of his whole mini-rant is though, that she simply stood there. Glaring pure hatred at the Asian. Repressing all the things she’d so dearly love to say to her. Well, all the insults she’d love to hurl rather.

STILL in a state of blind furry at being so rudely dismissed, Quin turned on her heal and started stalking away. Not even caring or attempting to consider who she may be stepping in-front of or cutting off. She honestly could not care less about pandering to anyone else’s stupid, pathetic needs. She just wanted to get out of this god forsaken, infestation of people who didn’t belong, out of mid-town and back to the Upper-East-Side where she belonged… And could take a really long shower. Washing herself exactly three times to clean the lower manhattan stench and grime from her skin.

SHE had stomped her way along for several minutes before it occurred to the brunette that she was going the wrong way. A ripple of fury ran through her. Erupting in a scream that scattered birds and people alike. Someone’s.Head.Was.Going.To.Roll.. No doubt before the day was out. Quin hadn’t been in such a [i[foul

[/i] mood in… Well alright, not that long. She had a short fuse. So what? There were a ton of people who were quick to anger. She shouldn’t have to be judged for it. Ignoring those around her, Quin whipped around. The look of rage etched into her features seemed to dare anyone to get into her way.

TAKING off again, the girl walked as fast as she could, while still looking what she thought was maintained and dignified. Not that it really mattered. The look on her face gave her away by any means. She made up for her lost ground quickly, and was on the right track again. Only, that didn’t seem to ease her anger at all. Which was such a shame, because normally getting her way made her feel better. Quin probably wasn’t going to feel better until she made someone else feel—Oof. Quin’s thoughts were cut off as she slammed into a female someone’s back. Oh.My.God… If that was the same girl from early… Oh my god. [/center]

` w o r d c o u n t ! 451
` l y r i c s ! man eater, idk who by
` t a g ! mei
` n o t e s ! wooop, I made the situation werk!

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