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Saturday, October 30th, 2004 02:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
evila_elfBleh, I don't feel like going to bed -.-
Seemed like a busy day today...left at 1:30 to go to work...got off at 5, home at 5:30 only to discover/remember I have a football game to go to (I play in band) and need to leave at 6. Ate a quick dinner, then proceeded to hunt for my new MASH tape (I record a few of my favorite episodes for VHS viewing and had just started another one). I had one episode on it that I recorded a few days ago and needed the tape to record the Bull Riding Finals after the episode so I could watch it later--become a huge fan of Bull Riding this past year. Naturally, I couldn't find the damn tape! Mom told me not to look at her and she asked me where I put it. I asked her "Do I ever put my tapes away?" She replied "No." Point proven. I DID NOT PUT IT ANYWHERE. Wonder what episode I had on there...
After getting my instrument, music, band shirt on, and my MASH notebook, I had a lonely 5 minutes to kill before Dad took me to the game.
During the game, I let someone doodle on my last loose blank piece of paper. I had planned on writing out the next part of DD, but only had the paper for half a part. The paper in my notebook already has plans, so I dare not use any of it.
What else...we won the game, I nearly froze to death, got home, quickly ate (more) dinner, then settled in to watch Providence Mom watched too, so I couldn't spoil the moment by a SOJ when Jim started crying. All I could think of was that episode BJ cried...I think one of the eps following Radar leaving....when Erin called Radar Daddy.
OKay, stalled long enough, here's more of DD, enjoy :)
BJ nodded his thanks and slowly ate the rice, trying not to pay attention to it’s lack of flavor and odd texture. He watched Sin’ye lay down next to his wife and go to sleep. The silence was deafening and he had the sudden urge to yell. He refrained and instead finished the rice, then laid down to try to go back to sleep.
***
Voices woke him. One he recognized as belonging to Jen’a, the other female voice he couldn’t place. They grew nearer, but the voices softened so as to not wake him. Both women entered the hut, chatting as if old friends. Jen’a said a few final words, then pointed the newcomer in his direction before exiting.
This new woman approached him cautiously, her feet making no sound on the straw and dirt floor. She crouched several paces away, body tense in case she found trouble. “You American?” she spoke at last.
BJ was too surprised at the sudden change of events to talk.
“English, yes?” Jen’a had told her this man spoke English. His silence confused her.
“You speak English?” he answered her question with one of his own.
“Yes. I learn several year ago.”
“Listen. I can’t stay here. I need to go back.”
“Are you prisoner?”
“No…but it seems to make Jen’a mad if I try to move.”
The lady laughed. “She worried about you. Head injury. They find you cold-out outside their door. Good people, want to help. When well, you can leave.”
“My friend is out there. He could be hurt and bleeding to death. I need to get help for him!” BJ was desperate, he had to get his message across to this one person who was speaking his own language. “Please!”
“How you help him? You probably can’t even walk to door!”
Angrily, BJ stood, a little too swiftly, and took several paces towards where his freedom lie. The few paces were enough to make him realize how weak he really was. He glared at the woman, mad at her for no reason other than pointing it out to him.
“See?”
“Fine, you win.”
“Me stay here for few days, until better. What is your name?”
“BJ.”
Next Part
*drags self off to bed*
Seemed like a busy day today...left at 1:30 to go to work...got off at 5, home at 5:30 only to discover/remember I have a football game to go to (I play in band) and need to leave at 6. Ate a quick dinner, then proceeded to hunt for my new MASH tape (I record a few of my favorite episodes for VHS viewing and had just started another one). I had one episode on it that I recorded a few days ago and needed the tape to record the Bull Riding Finals after the episode so I could watch it later--become a huge fan of Bull Riding this past year. Naturally, I couldn't find the damn tape! Mom told me not to look at her and she asked me where I put it. I asked her "Do I ever put my tapes away?" She replied "No." Point proven. I DID NOT PUT IT ANYWHERE. Wonder what episode I had on there...
After getting my instrument, music, band shirt on, and my MASH notebook, I had a lonely 5 minutes to kill before Dad took me to the game.
During the game, I let someone doodle on my last loose blank piece of paper. I had planned on writing out the next part of DD, but only had the paper for half a part. The paper in my notebook already has plans, so I dare not use any of it.
What else...we won the game, I nearly froze to death, got home, quickly ate (more) dinner, then settled in to watch Providence Mom watched too, so I couldn't spoil the moment by a SOJ when Jim started crying. All I could think of was that episode BJ cried...I think one of the eps following Radar leaving....when Erin called Radar Daddy.
OKay, stalled long enough, here's more of DD, enjoy :)
BJ nodded his thanks and slowly ate the rice, trying not to pay attention to it’s lack of flavor and odd texture. He watched Sin’ye lay down next to his wife and go to sleep. The silence was deafening and he had the sudden urge to yell. He refrained and instead finished the rice, then laid down to try to go back to sleep.
***
Voices woke him. One he recognized as belonging to Jen’a, the other female voice he couldn’t place. They grew nearer, but the voices softened so as to not wake him. Both women entered the hut, chatting as if old friends. Jen’a said a few final words, then pointed the newcomer in his direction before exiting.
This new woman approached him cautiously, her feet making no sound on the straw and dirt floor. She crouched several paces away, body tense in case she found trouble. “You American?” she spoke at last.
BJ was too surprised at the sudden change of events to talk.
“English, yes?” Jen’a had told her this man spoke English. His silence confused her.
“You speak English?” he answered her question with one of his own.
“Yes. I learn several year ago.”
“Listen. I can’t stay here. I need to go back.”
“Are you prisoner?”
“No…but it seems to make Jen’a mad if I try to move.”
The lady laughed. “She worried about you. Head injury. They find you cold-out outside their door. Good people, want to help. When well, you can leave.”
“My friend is out there. He could be hurt and bleeding to death. I need to get help for him!” BJ was desperate, he had to get his message across to this one person who was speaking his own language. “Please!”
“How you help him? You probably can’t even walk to door!”
Angrily, BJ stood, a little too swiftly, and took several paces towards where his freedom lie. The few paces were enough to make him realize how weak he really was. He glared at the woman, mad at her for no reason other than pointing it out to him.
“See?”
“Fine, you win.”
“Me stay here for few days, until better. What is your name?”
“BJ.”
Next Part
*drags self off to bed*
