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Post by trex on May 23, 2009 12:24:18 GMT -5
"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. 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."
Rex rubbed the back of his neck, and said with a small smile, "I'm sorry Pallet, but your parents and all," Rex had never had a family member die. He wasn't left by himself in New York because he lost everything like Pallet had, it was because he thought his parents didn't care and the pressure was too much, he ran away. He tugged on his clover, looking down at the ground a little guiltily.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on May 23, 2009 13:02:33 GMT -5
"I'm sorry Pallet, but your parents and all,"
Pallet watched Rex tug on his necklace and look at the ground. She knew he felt guilty about her having to talk about her past, so she put a smile on her face and placed a hand on his arm (the one tugging on the clover).
"It's okay. I have great memories of when they were alive. My father was my hero and very funny. He used to take me riding with him when I was 4 and he always played harmless jokes on my mother and his workers. And my mother was beautiful and kind. When people got sick, she would take care of them and when they didn't have money for food one week, she would lend it to them and not expect them to repay it. Oh, and she had the most beautiful long, red, curly hair, that I would wrap and unwrap around my finger as she read to me... It's hard to talk about them sometimes but I have good memories of them and keep them close to my heart."
Pallet opened her clover locket and showed Rex the picture inside. The picture on the right side was of a young dark haired man with a huge grin on his face, and had his arms wrapped around a beautiful young smiling women with long, curly, red hair. The picture on the left side was of the same man and woman, a bit older; the woman was sitting holding a dark haired baby and the man was sitting beside her with a dark, curly haired girl sitting on his lap. "Whenever anything bad happened my father told me, 'Everything happens for a reason'." Pallet smiled, remembering her father saying that to her after crying because one of her favorite colts was sold...
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Post by trex on May 23, 2009 13:15:47 GMT -5
"It's okay. I have great memories of when they were alive. My father was my hero and very funny. He used to take me riding with him when I was 4 and he always played harmless jokes on my mother and his workers. And my mother was beautiful and kind. When people got sick, she would take care of them and when they didn't have money for food one week, she would lend it to them and not expect them to repay it. Oh, and she had the most beautiful long, red, curly hair, that I would wrap and unwrap around my finger as she read to me... It's hard to talk about them sometimes but I have good memories of them and keep them close to my heart."
Rex looked up and gave her a smile, how wonderful her parents sounded and he told Pallet so, "They sound great, they really loved ya, I can tell. It always happens to the good people too, shoot."
He stared at the picture with interest, and looked at Pallet. "None a' you got red hair, just dark like your papa, that's interesting. I bet you act like your Mama though."
Rex wasn't sure if he took after his parents much at all. His father was educated, intelligent, fluent in speech and had a knack for business. Rex had the talk with him millions of times, he was the only heir, the only son, he had to take over the business. But Rex didn't, he ran away, to the city, penniless and angry, to work as a poor stable hand. Rex's Mother was a busy body, she loved planning grand parties and designing and adding new furniture in the house. Rex sighed, he was never like his family, never like his class. He was...he could never be Alexander Theodore Sanders, he was just Rex.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on May 23, 2009 13:55:12 GMT -5
He stared at the picture with interest, and looked at Pallet. "None a' you got red hair, just dark like your papa, that's interesting.
"Yeah, my mother was the only kid in her family who had red hair, like her grandma. She said red hair skipped a generation. But, then four years after that picture, my baby brother Liam was born and he had red, curly hair like my mother."
I bet you act like your Mama though."
Pallet smiled, "I sometimes catch myself wondering if I act like my mother. After she died, my father always told me I reminded him of her. He said that I was kind like her and that I had her curly hair and her eyes, and that I looked like a dark haired version of her when she was little. But, he told me I had his strength and courage."
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Post by trex on May 24, 2009 11:31:42 GMT -5
"Yeah, my mother was the only kid in her family who had red hair, like her grandma. She said red hair skipped a generation. But, then four years after that picture, my baby brother Liam was born and he had red, curly hair like my mother."
Rex nodded and smiled, before scratching his head and looking at her curiously, "What happened to the baby?" He hoped Liam hadn't had something horrible happen to him.
"I sometimes catch myself wondering if I act like my mother. After she died, my father always told me I reminded him of her. He said that I was kind like her and that I had her curly hair and her eyes, and that I looked like a dark haired version of her when she was little. But, he told me I had his strength and courage."
Rex nodded, "Well both those things are good things ta have. To be kind don't go unpunished, and you need strength and courage to be strong for your little brother."
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on May 24, 2009 22:19:00 GMT -5
"What happened to the baby?"
Pallet face grew solemn, "My mother died a week after he was born from sepsis, and then a couple weeks later, Liam died from pneumonia. It was really hard on my father and I blamed myself for a bit because I took care of him. But, we would've never met the Hastings, if none of that happened. And, I wouldn't be who I am today..."
Pallet put a smile back on her face and decided to change the subject and try to lighten the mood. "Well, enough about me. How about you tell me more about this racetrack you work at? I've never been to one."
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Post by sarahjacobs on Jun 7, 2009 2:29:16 GMT -5
*New Day*
Sarah knelt at the edge of the pond, her long skirt covering her legs. She twirled a single finger in the water in a circular motion, watching the ripples play out. The cold water felt good on her skin and gave off a cooling sensation to her entire body. The slight breeze chilled her, despite its warmness and she smiled. Things were going quite well for her. Her father was working again and both of her brothers were around again. It finally seemed like things were getting back to normal -- the way they should be.
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Post by valerie on Jun 7, 2009 11:18:26 GMT -5
Valerie sighed heavily, not having even noticed the other girl, sitting at the bench by the pond. She folded her newspaper, not very surprised nothing had been mentioned of a lost little boy. She hoped he had returned to his father. And hoped even more Pup had told him of the treatment he received from the woman who dared call herself his mother. She should have insisted on going with him that very day. But she'd wanted to gain his trust. If you love something, let it go. Wasn't that the saying? That poor child... He has promised to meet her. She had waited until it grew dark, with no sign of him. She had even began asking around and hadn't stopped since.
Frowning slightly at the ink stains on her hands, she set the paper aside, careful not to smudge any on her pale yellow dress. Taking a handkercheif from her purse she wiped at her hands, and then noticed the girl. Very pretty, and moderately dressed, Valerie assumed she was from a working class family. Very possibly made the dress herself and, in Valerie's opinion had done a rather nice job.
"Excuse me," Valerie spoke up as if appearing to dislike being such a bother, "You haven't seen a little boy by chance? A newsie. About seven years old. Very sad blue eyes, freckles and very short, very light blond hair. His teeth are rather crooked when he smiles?"
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Post by sarahjacobs on Jun 7, 2009 14:00:44 GMT -5
Sarah shook her head. "I'm sorry, no." In truth there were hundreds of children she saw daily that could easily fit the description, but none stood out to her.
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Post by valerie on Jun 7, 2009 15:04:33 GMT -5
Valerie sighed, pursing her lips for a moment, looking down. She was bored with the paper at the moment and had no desire to walk anywhere else in the park. The girl seemed nice enough.
Valerie shrugged, "He's probably just gone back to his parents. He ran away from them. His name is Pup... Well, that's what he calls himself."
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Post by sarahjacobs on Jun 7, 2009 23:31:04 GMT -5
Sarah smiled sweetly and tilted her head to the side. "I'm sure he's fine." She couldn't be too sure, though. With children disappearing all over the city, she didn't doubt that the little boy she was talking about had fallen to the same fate. She turned back to the pond, her eyes following a dragonfly.
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Post by valerie on Jun 8, 2009 14:39:00 GMT -5
((I originally posted this under Dutchy! LOL))
"Of course... I'm sure he's very capable of taking care of him self." Valerie smiled to the girl, but clearly she was still concerned. Valerie paused, taking a breath, hearing a newsie far down the paths yelling a headline. It sounded older than Pup, obviously not the boy. She knew she should not have become so attached to the boy.
"My name is Valerie Cartwright. From the gold mining Cartwrights in California and Boston," Valerie gave a brighter friendlier smile to the girl.
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Post by Brook LaRue on Sept 2, 2009 15:40:24 GMT -5
((New Day))
Brook had stalked off from Tibby's the day before and not looked back. Rubbing the knot of hurt in her stomach she went to where she felt a bit more at home. Central Park. How could she not? When she felt like nothing was going her way she just wanted to be where if she could close her eyes and listen to the water she could imagine the bayou not far from where she was standing. The walk there was short, she was again ignoring the pairs rule set out by Jack but she couldn't help it. Sweets had said they had guns and that was another cause for alarm.
Rubbing her stomach she sat down at the pond's edge and closed her eyes, she missed home. And she was angry at Blink, though she was sure with time she'd get over that like she always did.
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Post by flipchance on Sept 2, 2009 17:18:33 GMT -5
Flip lazily woke up from his nap on the park bench and got up slowly. As he stretched he heard a crack, Man he needed to get more exercise He thought to himself, I could take a run around the pond.... As he continued to stretch he heard another crack, Maybe just a walk.... Flip Chance groggily started to walk clockwise around the pond whne he clumsily ran in to someone, "Uh.... My fault" He said apoligeticly then looked up.
"Wow" Flip said as his mouth dropped open, "Can I help you with anything?" He said as he took of his top hat with one hand and bowing, gentlemen like. This was one of the pretties girls he has met in a while, he wasnt going to mess this up.
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Post by Brook LaRue on Sept 2, 2009 17:30:15 GMT -5
The knock sent Brook into the pond and once she surfaced she could taste the fish in her mouth, annoyed and wet she climbed out of the pond and brushed aside any of his apologies. She was wet, she smelled like fish it was just one more thing that she couldn't handle. She scowled at him and brushed him aside as she stalked off, heading back to the lodging house for a shower.
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