'CAUSE EVERBODY HATES A TOURIST - [OPEN]

[JIMMY DANGER REGALL]

Moving was a definite drag. He didn't mind it, but looking through the burnt remains of memories killed him a little on the inside. He remembered things that he'd been working on forgetting and learned that he'd managed to forget some things he wanted to remember but couldn't. Pictures of him from when he'd first met the other punks in Lower East, a letter, a picture of him after he'd gotten his hip tattooed, more letters. Those were always fun to read. Sappy, fake love letters that only proved how artificial his feelings had been back then. Letters he never sent, letters from lovers past, even a letter from his dad. Clearly, he remembered it having had been on his bed the day of his tenth birthday, along with the ornate pocket knife given to him.

Looking at the letter for the thousandth time, he traced his fingers over the singed edges, and before the memories could flood back to him he threw it into the box of keepsakes. Well, the bag. It was one of those silly, over-the-shoulder satchels. Jimmy liked them, just because they were handy. Jax and Elena had offered to take anything else he didn't want from the depressing flat that sat above the gallery. As much as he hated to admit it, he was kind of going to miss the place. Cabin fever would never be the same without it's moldy walls and roach infested corners. Gently dropping the ornate knife his dad had given him into his satchel, he decided to set out for lunch before he returned to Alex's house. Maybe a little afternoon mischeif would ensue, just to get it out of his system before he went back.

He'd gone through hell to try and track down his switchblade. After it'd gotten snagged, he managed to trace the morons who'd done it by the color of the bandannas they wore around their necks. Idiots. Jimmy hid the black bandanna that peeked out of his back pocket whenever he even considered doing something stupid. He enjoyed staying invisible, under the radar, and overall, careful. Normally, he did a fantastic job of that. Unless he was dead tired, which had become a recurring thing lately. Almost like his body was going into stand by mode and completely shutting off without his permission. His reflexes were starting to become slower, reactions were stalled, and a constant light headed, dizzy feeling filled him.

Grabbing his scarf, he wrapped the blue, ragged old thing around his neck, snuggling into it as he stepped out the door. For the beginning of fall, it was pretty cold. He left the door unlocked so Jax could get in later, hopping down the steps and turning left, waving at Marie. She owned the gallery, even for being a nineteen year old. She'd ran away from wherever to go to art school, and every once in awhile she'd invite Jimmy to just hang out, have some tea and draw a little bit. Secretly, he could tell she kind of had a thing for him, and she'd joked a couple times for him to call her when he was legal, but he had a hard time thinking of her as anything more than a friend. Maybe even a sister or something. He nodded to her in respect and she smiled sadly. "Come and visit, 'kay Danger?" she requested in her strange, American accent, using his middle name as a nickname. He chuckled softly, "Will do. Ever get done with that drawing you were working on?"

As if he'd flipped a switch, her expression brightened up and she nodded, reaching under the counter to grab one of the many framed works hidden stacked on the shelves. She always kept her favorites, art other people had dedicated to her, or drawings and doodles Jimmy had done in the secret shelf, not willing to let them go for any amount of money. He smiled and spent a few more minutes talking with her about the drawing and visiting every once in awhile before going out, passing Jax and Elena on his way out. They hugged, and he bade them farewell, going off to the cafe next door. Well, almost. He made a detour, heading off to the local park and climbing the tall brick wall that enclosed it.

Randomly, his mind noted all the more average people in the park. Secretly, a side of him envied their ability to have...stability. But another side detested them, silently thinking how they reminded him of animals in a zoo. He was torn between hating and loving his lifestyle, before it occurred to him he wouldn't have to deal with this, considering he was now officially living with Alex. Again he was caught in a vicious argument with himself over missing the place or bidding it good riddance. Well, was caught. His attention drifted to a young man walking along the path through the park and a small smile crawled onto his lips. He adjusted his new sunglasses, hopping down from the wall and casually walking in the general direction of the other guy, pretending to just enjoy the weather.

Jimmy had grown to be fairly professional at pickpocketing. He was quick enough that he could snag something out of one pocket and put it into the other before the unsuspecting passerby even knew. 'Accidentally' bumping into the guy, he swiftly reached into the man's pocket and snagged a little brown wallet. He nonchalantly walked out the gates as if a walk was all he'd intended, bet once he reached the boulevard, he sat on the railing, looking through it with a terminally bored expression. He tossed a drviers licesnse, a library card, a few credit cards and a buisiness card into the dark water below the boulevard, pausing at the sight of the family photos in the wallet. With a glare, he let out a jealous huff and tossed the now meaningless scraps of paper into the water as well.

Taking out about twenty or thirty pounds, he tossed the wallet itself into the water before heading back to the cafe he'd originally planned on visiting. Looking around, he took the pack of ciggarettes out of the waistband of his jeans, lighting one up right there, ignoring most of the people. Most of the white noise.

[ooc: 1051 words!!! Don't have to reciprocate that if you like xDD OUTFIT.