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Post by pupdawkinseitz on Apr 27, 2009 16:14:42 GMT -5
"Dogs are good and loyal. We had a stray cat when I was little. Suppose he left too when my sister got sick... She loved him though... Don't remember what she called him, but, boy was he ugly. Rusty orange and looked like his face had been shut in a door. Hated me."
Pup looked down at Horseshoe with admiration, and nodded to what Dutchy said. "I had a kitty, but it ran away. I guess it didn't love me that much, it only liked me for the milk and tuna I gave it." He shrugged, before giving them both a wistful smile. He didn't want to envy Don't Ask, but from how good Horseshoe was such a good dog, and Pup could only wish for one.
He sighed and murmered, "Sure is one heckuva dog."
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Post by trex on May 20, 2009 15:04:03 GMT -5
(New Day)
Rex laid on his stomach in the grass, it was a cool Saturday afternoon. The breeze felt good after working in the stables all day. He didn't know why he came to Manhattan so much, he just did. He liked the atmosphere, how busy it was, and clean. He was busy away in his own little world, a stack of sticks next to him, and his shoelaces in his other hand, his boots off and strewn a little ways away from him. He hated wearing shoes.
Rex loved art, loved making things out of nothing. He never really drew on paper though, hard to get for him and it was too boring. He liked finding things to make things with. He would draw in wet cement, or use sticks or strings or wood to make something. Today he was making a little house, stacking the sticks to make a wall, tying them together with string. He wasn't quite sure what he was going to do for the roof yet, maybe grass pasted to two pieces of wood he would have to get from the carpenter shop. Art had no limits according to Rex. His silver clover hung around his neck, getting in the way sometimes, he would just shrug it off until it got in his way, but he would never take it off, because he didn't want to lose it.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on May 21, 2009 12:16:52 GMT -5
Pallet sat down on the grass to relax, setting beside her a wooden box. She had just finished work and had some free time of her own without having to look after anyone. Aiden and Jackson would meet up with her later, agreeing to give her time to herself. She began to take out her paint set, and lay everything out beside her. Then she closed her eyes, trying to remember the colors and details of the landscape and her home back in Ireland. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and began painting. She used greens, and blues, and browns, to capture what she saw in her memory, not stopping until everything was perfect.
Pallet loved painting, although since she arrived in NYC she hadn't been doing very much. It reminded her too much of her late parents and all the bad things that lead her to this city. But, lately, she had started to forget small little things of her home and decided that to remember she needed to find a quiet place in this big city, and sit down and paint what she could remember, so she never forgot, which is what lead her here.
When Pallet was finished, she put all her things away and laid down on her back looking at her painting. After deciding that it was perfect, she laid it on the grass beside her and opened the shamrock shaped locket around her neck and looked at the picture of her parents that was inside. Then, Pallet promised to herself that never would she forget her parents, nor the happy life they had given her back in Ireland. She would do everything she could to help Aiden remember too. She owed it to her parents...
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Post by trex on May 21, 2009 12:41:42 GMT -5
Rex stopped breathing as he placed the last stick on his little stick house, the walls were all done all around, but when he set that last stick, the whole thing collapsed, he groaned and kicked at the sticks, he had spent the past hour doing just that.
He put his chin in his palms, scowling at the sticks, before he looked away, trying to think of what to do. His blue eyes started to wander, and he noticed a girl with dark hair, painting away. Immediately he was interested, and stood up, making his way over. He stood behind her for a moment, examining her painting, his eyes wide with awe before he let out a breath, "Woah...where'd you ever learn to paint like that?" Hers were so much better than anything he had ever done.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on May 21, 2009 13:03:45 GMT -5
Startled by the voice behind her, Pallet jumped. She turned around to the dark haired boy behind her and smiled before she replied in her slight Irish accent, "I took lessons for years when I was little, back home. I've been painting ever since. Although not as much lately." She was a little embarrassed at someone watching her paint, since she was known to get so into what she's doing; it's like she's in a trance.
Looking the boy over, Pallet noticed a silver clover around his neck, and began rubbing her thumb back and forth over her own clover necklace. Afraid to ask him about it, she decided she'd introduce herself instead. She offered him the hand that wasn't holding her necklace, "My names Pallet O'Shea. What's yours?"
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Post by trex on May 21, 2009 18:10:04 GMT -5
"My names Pallet O'Shea. What's yours?"
Rex gave her a big grin, sticking his hand out for her to shake. "Rex Sanders. Pleased ta meet ya Pallet. You're a little professional then, huh? Gosh, you paint so well. Much better than anything i've ever made. My art consists of shoestrings and if I'm lucky paint or pastels, but not usually can I get anything of that nature, so I just use anything I can find."
He studied her for a moment, still grinning. He could tell by the lilt in her voice that she was Irish. he had never met an Irish person before, not that he knew of, at least not an Irish person with an accent. "You new to Merica'?"
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on May 21, 2009 21:17:41 GMT -5
Pallet blushed from his comment about her painting. "Thank you, Rex. What you do takes talent, too. I'm sure you're better than you're letting on..."
Pallet began to fidget, as she felt his eye's studying her a bit. "You new to Merica'?" She smiled back at him, "Not really... Me, my little brother, and my friend moved here about 7 years ago. We kinda kept to ourselves for years and moved from place to place, until we moved to the Bronx a couple days ago. What about you? Have you always lived around here?"
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Post by trex on May 21, 2009 21:22:24 GMT -5
"Thank you, Rex. What you do takes talent, too. I'm sure you're better than you're letting on..."
Rex shrugged modestly and smiled a cute shy little smile, tugging on a button on his open collared shirt, staring at her painting again. As he watched her fidget a little, his grin widened. She was fidgety too, like him, he could never sit still.
"Not really... Me, my little brother, and my friend moved here about 7 years ago. We kinda kept to ourselves for years and moved from place to place, until we moved to the Bronx a couple days ago. What about you? Have you always lived around here?"
Rex raised his eyebrows, surprised. "Seven years, that's a long time...Merica' yes, New York no, lived in Wisconsin for fifteen years, where I was born, came here two years ago, it feels like ages ago though."
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on May 21, 2009 22:37:38 GMT -5
Pallet stretched out her legs. She then moved her paint set and motioned for Rex to sit down next to her.
"Seven years, that's a long time...Merica' yes, New York no, lived in Wisconsin for fifteen years, where I was born, came here two years ago, it feels like ages ago though."
"Yeah, I came here when I was fifteen, from Galway, Ireland. Tried my hand at being a laundress at first, then decided it wasn't for me. Then my friend and brother got me a job as a newsie, like them. Been one ever since... I know I'm probably a bit old to be one but I always looked kinda young for my age and dressing up as a boy helps a bit too, so it works for me." Pallet smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "And sometimes, I sell my paintings on the side." Pallet began to fiddle with her shamrock necklace again.
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Post by trex on May 22, 2009 17:21:45 GMT -5
"Yeah, I came here when I was fifteen, from Galway, Ireland. Tried my hand at being a laundress at first, then decided it wasn't for me. Then my friend and brother got me a job as a newsie, like them. Been one ever since... I know I'm probably a bit old to be one but I always looked kinda young for my age and dressing up as a boy helps a bit too, so it works for me. And sometimes, I sell my paintings on the side."
Rex nodded, listening to Pallet as she talked of her jobs and her years in New York with interest, "Anything that works to make a livin', I guess, yeah? I work at the racetrack in Queens, and I got a buggy and horse that I use to hire myself out as a driver some days, depends on how low money is or if my shift goes down at the tracks, keeps me busy at least, on the go, can't ever sit and do nothin'."
Rex watched her tug on her clover, and picked up his own, staring at hers curiously again. He was nowhere near Irish, he had just been given the clover after he lost his lucky dollar, as a new lucky something.
"I'm glad you got family and all, it's hard livin' the streets with no one, y'know? I got a sister too, she sells the papes in Brooklyn, Muse is her name." Rex grinned at the mention of his sister, well, adopted sister really, but all the same, he loved her and she was always there for him when he was lonely.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on May 22, 2009 21:02:32 GMT -5
"Anything that works to make a livin', I guess, yeah? I work at the racetrack in Queens, and I got a buggy and horse that I use to hire myself out as a driver some days, depends on how low money is or if my shift goes down at the tracks, keeps me busy at least, on the go, can't ever sit and do nothin'."
Pallet sat up straighter and became more interested. "You own a horse?" She wanted to tell him about all the horses she used to own back in Ireland, but she hated people knowing about who she used to be. She felt that they would look at her differently. Thinking about her previous life, she began to flick the clover locket open and closed, over and over...
"I'm glad you got family and all, it's hard livin' the streets with no one, y'know? I got a sister too, she sells the papes in Brooklyn, Muse is her name." Rex grinned at the mention of his sister, well, adopted sister really, but all the same, he loved her and she was always there for him when he was lonely.
Pallet smiled, understanding exactly how Rex felt. "Yeah, my li'l brother, Shamrock, back in the Bronx, is all I have left, well besides my best friend, Byron. Sometimes I think Shamrock gets annoyed with my constant protectiveness, though..."
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Post by trex on May 22, 2009 21:45:54 GMT -5
"You own a horse?"
"Yeah, grown up around em' sorta, though they weren't considered important in my family, only buggy horses, but I would sneak out of the parlor to go see em' anyways. My horse's name is King, he's a good horse, loyal, good working horse, but he's got some personality in him too."
"Yeah, my li'l brother, Shamrock, back in the Bronx, is all I have left, well besides my best friend, Byron. Sometimes I think Shamrock gets annoyed with my constant protectiveness, though..."
Rex smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I don't have to worry about Muse as much as she might worry about me, I ain't exactly the sanest person hehe, I get bored and pull pranks or somehow end up in some sort of trouble."
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on May 22, 2009 22:54:31 GMT -5
"Yeah, grown up around em' sorta, though they weren't considered important in my family, only buggy horses, but I would sneak out of the parlor to go see em' anyways. My horse's name is King, he's a good horse, loyal, good working horse, but he's got some personality in him too."
Pallet was excited to hear that someone else had grown up around horses too. She grinned as she listened to Rex tell about his horse. "I grew up around horses too, back home. Lots and lots of them... Out of the 2 that were mine, my favorite was a jet black Irish stallion named Sable. For a little girl like I was when I was a kid, never in your life would you picture me riding him. He was huge! People said he was wild, but he wasn't. He just didn't like anyone but me. He was the sweetest horse, and such a clown too." Pallet chuckled to herself remembering her horse.
Rex smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I don't have to worry about Muse as much as she might worry about me, I ain't exactly the sanest person hehe, I get bored and pull pranks or somehow end up in some sort of trouble."
Pallet laughed out loud. "You sound like Shamrock! He's always getting into trouble, someway or another; pulling pranks, saying things before thinking, and what not. But that's not why I'm so protective of him... I actually helped raise him as a baby. Then when my Mother passed I just took over altogether. It was too hard for my father to deal with my mother and baby brother dying to take care of a 13 year old and a 4 year old... Luckily though, I had Byron to help me."
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Post by trex on May 23, 2009 8:22:38 GMT -5
"I grew up around horses too, back home. Lots and lots of them... Out of the 2 that were mine, my favorite was a jet black Irish stallion named Sable. For a little girl like I was when I was a kid, never in your life would you picture me riding him. He was huge! People said he was wild, but he wasn't. He just didn't like anyone but me. He was the sweetest horse, and such a clown too."
Rex listened to her reminiscence. She obviously really liked Sable, and she looked so happy about it, Rex had a little idea, but he would have to see the cheaper horses in the stable and see Pallet's money situation before he bargained her a horse, but he was sure that would make her happy, and maybe less home sick too.
"You sound like Shamrock! He's always getting into trouble, someway or another; pulling pranks, saying things before thinking, and what not. But that's not why I'm so protective of him... I actually helped raise him as a baby. Then when my Mother passed I just took over altogether. It was too hard for my father to deal with my mother and baby brother dying to take care of a 13 year old and a 4 year old... Luckily though, I had Byron to help me."
"Yeah, well this Byron, he sounds like a good guy, coming with you and your brother to 'Merica and then helping you and all that. Muse has an older brother named Thomas, real protective like you, so me and Muse would go out and explore just to goat Thomas, cuz' he hates it when we got all muddy or in some kind of trouble. We visited him in Massachusetts, and we got run up a tree by a bear, we sat up there for hours until the bear finally moseyed away." Rex laughed at the memory of Thomas' face when he found them up in a tree when they were supposed to be in for supper.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on May 23, 2009 11:58:03 GMT -5
"Yeah, well this Byron, he sounds like a good guy, coming with you and your brother to 'Merica and then helping you and all that. Muse has an older brother named Thomas, real protective like you, so me and Muse would go out and explore just to goat Thomas, cuz' he hates it when we got all muddy or in some kind of trouble. We visited him in Massachusetts, and we got run up a tree by a bear, we sat up there for hours until the bear finally moseyed away."
Pallet laughed with Rex, hearing him tell about the bear. "Yeah, Byron's a great guy. He and his dad came to work for my family, after my mother died. Then they moved into the manor with us, and became like family." Pallet bit on her bottom lip realizing she had revealed a bit too much about her former life. She stopped biting her lip and continued anyway. "The same day my dad died, his did too... So we were all he had left. We've been inseperable since, well not counting today." Pallet's mood changed a little remembering how her father and Byron's died...
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