Uh, You've Got The Wrong Girl {Jason}

[kingarthur]

Hotdogs were vile, disgusting, nasty things. They were made from leftover parts of poor little animals, and not to mention--New York health code allowed a certain amount of bug pieces to be in the hotdogs. Of course, the bugs were an accident. But it was still okay. IT WAS STILL OKAY. NO, NO ITS NOT. IT WAS NOT OKAY. And Ainsley was going to make her point today, even if she got kicked out of Central Park. Again.

She was doing everything she could think of. 'Accidentally' dropping juice, or coke into the hotdog boilers. 'Accidentally' kicking the lock on the carts to make them roll away and crash. Or simply telling everyone that was eating a hotdog, what exactly was in them. The hotdog industry was going down. But for now, she was taking a break. Slowly chewing on a sandwich she brought from home. Peanut butter and jelly, with bananas and pickles. The sweet, mushy, tangy taste was perfect, though most people didn't agree. At least, until they found out that tarty, tangy taste was caused by the pickles. But oh, oh, so delicious.

When she finished, she stood up and crumpled the little plastic ziploc bag in her hands, and waltzed over to the trashcan and dumped it in. She took notice that they didn't have recyling bins--also not cool. Maybe she could petition for them to get those neat little sorting trash can bins she had seen before. Fishing her iPod out of her pocket, she plugged the headphones into her ears, and switched it on. To the sounds of Ke$ha, she was dancing through the park, quite happy. Ignoring the crazy looks she got, she paused in her dancing for a moment, and placed her hands on her hips. Mostly to catch her breath, but mostly to take in the scene. The park was gorgeous at the time in summer. They were close to going back into fall, so it wasn't quite as hot. Not a cloud in the sky, the birds were singing, and there was laughter in the air. The little ponds scattered throughout the park glistened with the sunshine, and it all felt good. She couldn't even see the tall, intrusive buildings from under all the trees. She crossed her arms over her stomach, and just smiled, watching the pond with the little ducks swimming by.

Tags: Sully / Jason / Olley / Ainsley
Notes: HUGGIES!
Outfit: Hippie Dippie!

[scarecrowsully]

Jason Graham absolutely loved to run in the park.

Aside from his clumsiness, which proved to be the cause of many scrapes and bruises, Jason felt that he was a skilled runner. The heat was no match for Jason (turned out summers working on his dad's farm were good for something), and as it was close to the fall, the slight edge of coolness in the air only propelled him farther. His breathing was spot on--in through the nose, out through the mouth--so that he got the largest amount of air into his lungs with each inhale. Of course, Jason didn't understand the sciences behind it, he just remembered what his cross country coach had drilled into his brain.

Central Park was lovely today. Birds were chirping, families were out for picnics, and the sky had just the right amount of clouds to create occasional shade. Jason had been heading towards the pond when he looked down to check his--what was it called again? He could never remember. It was the thingamagig that measured how far he had gone. Hmmm, four miles. He needed to--

Was that?!

Could it be...Mallory? Jason's stomach did a nervous flip. The girl he was in love with, but was stuck being friends with. Instantly, though, the sour taste of rejection was replaced by cheer. Mallory was in the park! He had to go say hi and give her a huge hug! Jason didn't bother to think of how sweaty he was (though if he had, he wouldve refrained from the hug, because surely Mallory would have found him gross) or the fact that she didn't really look like Mallory. Or, she looked like Mallory, but wasn't...acting very Mallory-ish. She was dancing, and what she was wearing...Jason knew Mallory wouldn't go out like that.

But of course, Jason never processes any of this.

Instead, Jason came right up behind her and wrapped Mallory into a large hug. "Mallory!! What're you doin' in the park?!" Pulling back, Jason took a closer look at his best friend and froze. All color draining from his face, Jason whispered "Youre not Mallory...". He took a step back as several questions buzzed about his mind. Who was this girl? Did she know Mallory? Would she freak out because she had just been hugged by a sweaty stranger? However, the one to make it out was, "Why do you look like Mallory?"[/b].