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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 1, 2009 22:17:05 GMT -5
Pallet walked through the door and looked around the room. The boys were supposed to meet her back here, but she didn't see them any where in the room. She contemplated leaving because, looking around the room, she didn't see hardly any girls, but then decided against; she didn't want to chance leaving and missing her brother. So she looked around the room and saw an empty couch where she could wait for Shamrock. She hitched her current painting up in her arms and held her box of paints and brushes tigher, and made her way over to the couch, trying not to drop her canvas or her wooden box of supplies. She sat down and placed the painting face down next to her on the couch, to wait for Shamrock...
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Jun 3, 2009 15:13:48 GMT -5
Shamrock walked through the front doors and looked around the room searching for his sister, Pallet. On a couch on the other side of the room, he saw her. He made sure to brush the dirt off his clothes, then he sauntered over to her, "Hey sis. Hope you haven't been waiting too long." He moved the canvas and box onto the floor and plopped down onto the couch next to her.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 3, 2009 15:22:06 GMT -5
"Hey sis. Hope you haven't been waiting too long."
Pallet looked up when she heard her brother's voice and smiled, ruffling his hair when he sat down "Hey, Aiden. No, not too long. What've you been up to, today? Did you make out well, selling alone?"
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Jun 3, 2009 15:38:13 GMT -5
"Hey, Aiden. No, not too long. What've you been up to, today? Did you make out well, selling alone?"
Shamrock batted Pallet's hand away from his head and tried to straighten his hair. "You know me... Made out real well, lucky as I am." He handed her half of his money to hold onto, like he always did. "And, I made a friend today. His name's Tumbler from Manhattan. He taught me how to play marbles. I won myself my own shooter." Shamrock pulled the shooter out of his pocket to show her, and smirked.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 3, 2009 15:55:14 GMT -5
Pallet chuckled as Shamrock tried to straighten his hair.
"You know me... Made out real well, lucky as I am."
Pallet took the money he handed her and stuck it in her pocket. Later on, she give it to Byron to hold onto to add to their secret stash. The three of them were saving up to get their own place someday.
"And, I made a friend today. His name's Tumbler from Manhattan. He taught me how to play marbles. I won myself my own shooter."
Pallet took the shooter from her brother to exam it. In the light, it was green and then when you turned it, it changed to blue. "That's a real nice one, Aiden. I'm glad you made a friend, now you just need to meet some more, here, in the Bronx, cause with everything that's going on I don't feel safe letting you go to Manhattan alone." She handed the marble back to him, "I hope you didn't get yourself into trouble, with this kid Tumbler. You know your luck makes people think you cheat..."
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Jun 3, 2009 16:35:43 GMT -5
"That's a real nice one, Aiden. I'm glad you made a friend, now you just need to meet some more, here, in the Bronx, cause with everything that's going on I don't feel safe letting you go to Manhattan alone."
Shamrock stuck the shooter back in his pocket. "I know, Ashleigh. I try to make friends here, but it's hard when your big sister is ALWAYS with you." Shamrock rolled his eyes.
"I hope you didn't get yourself into trouble, with this kid Tumbler. You know your luck makes people think you cheat..."
Shamrock snickered, "Naw, I won most of his marbles from him but gave them back, telling him that it wasn't a real game cause he was just teaching me. He let me keep the shooter, though. We're gonna play again sometime."
He picked up his sister's painting off the floor and looked at it. He loved looking at her depictions of Ireland. He always tried to remember what he could of their home, but he was really young when they came to New York City, so looking at Pallet's paintings was next best thing. "Looks real nice, Ash. It's really good." He smiled at her and put the painting back on the floor.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 3, 2009 17:46:36 GMT -5
"Naw, I won most of his marbles from him but gave them back, telling him that it wasn't a real game cause he was just teaching me. He let me keep the shooter, though. We're gonna play again sometime."
Pallet wiped a smudge of dirt off Shamrock face, despite his protests. She knew it embarrassed him sometimes, but she couldn't help it. She has raised him from a baby, so sometimes she felt like his mother. "That's great to hear, Aiden." She watched him admire her newest painting.
"Looks real nice, Ash. It's really good."
Pallet smiled at her brother, "Thanks. I just finished it this afternoon in the park... This one should get us a few more bobs when I try to sell it tomorrow..."
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Jun 3, 2009 18:44:15 GMT -5
Lord Byron entered the Boy's Lodging House and searched the room, trying to spot the faces he was looking for. Across the room, on a couch, he spotted them, Pallet and Shamrock. He made his way over to them...
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Jun 3, 2009 18:57:21 GMT -5
Shamrock noticed the guy walking towards them, and his face lit up. He always looked up to Byron, and loved hanging out with him. "Hey, Byron!", Shamrock waved at him and looked at Pallet. He saw Byron give him a wave and then noticed the look Byron gave Pallet, and she, him. Shamrock always felt that the two of them were more then friends, although they never would admit it. He got an idea that he would help push things along with them. He jumped up from his seat, and rushed and tried to tackled Byron...
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Jun 3, 2009 19:12:00 GMT -5
"Hey, Byron!"
Byron smiled and waved at Shamrock. He loved the kid like his own brother. Then he glanced at Pallet, and smiled at her too. He loved that girl too, but he had never told her... He was too afraid she wouldn't love him as anything more then a friend or brother... All the poetry he wrote in his journal since he met her was only ever about her, but he never told anyone.
Jostled out of his thoughts when he saw Shamrock charging at him, he braced himself for the 'attack'. Luckily, the kid wasn't big enough to knock him over, yet; he just pushed him backwards a bit... "Hey, short stuff. Staying out of trouble?", he ruffled Shamrock's hair before making his way over to the couch, and sitting down... "Hello, Luv. How's the painting coming along?" Byron picked up the canvas laying on the floor next to him and looked at it...
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 3, 2009 19:29:34 GMT -5
"Hey, Byron!"
Pallet's head jerked up when she heard Shamrock greet her friend, Byron.
"Hey, short stuff. Staying out of trouble?"
She watched the interaction between the two of them and chuckled. Then, Byron smiled at her and she smiled back. She always had such respect for him and loved him. He was great with Shamrock and helped her to raise him, he supported the both of them, and he was altogether a good man. He came over and sat down on the couch next to her, and picked up her painting.
"Hello, Luv. How's the painting coming along?"
Pallet shrugged her shoulders and smiled, "I finished it this afternoon. Should be able to sell it for a few bobs, tomorrow." She began to fiddle with her locket, like she did when she got nervous. Lately, every time they were together she got nervous. They had been together as friends for quite some time now, but since they moved into the Bronx Lodging house her feelings for him had been changing...
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Post by Alexandreia Halliway on Jun 3, 2009 19:39:41 GMT -5
Lexi walked into the boys lodging house, her entire body exhausted after having spent the day searching both Brooklyn and the Bronx for Perry. Not to mention everywhere in between. When Reid told her what Smalls had said she'd nearly broken down but crying wasn't going to bring her brother back. She had to be resilient and use every resource she could to find her brother. Hell she'd go to the cops if she had to, but she just didn't trust New York cops like she had in Jersey. They seemed more corrupt here. The minute Lexi had said she needed to find Dodger, Reid had disappeared saying he needed a drink. Lexi shook her head thinking about her brother drinking.
As she glanced around the room and took in it's occupants she nodded slightly, "Dodger here?"
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Jun 3, 2009 19:39:47 GMT -5
"I finished it this afternoon. Should be able to sell it for a few bobs, tomorrow."
"That's great! It looks beautiful." Byron set the painting back down on the floor and layed his arm up on the back of the chair behind Pallet. He watched her fiddle with her necklace. That was something she only did when she was nervous or worried about something. He frowned, wondering what was wrong... He looked towards Shamrock, "Hey Sham, why dontcha head on upstairs? See if you can go find yourself some mates to play with." Shamrock looked at him, then at his sister and nodded his head. Then, headed upstairs.
"Ashleigh, Luv, is something wrong?"
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 4, 2009 22:22:42 GMT -5
Pallet saw the girl everyone called Lexi walk in and look around.
"Dodger here?"
Pallet looked around the room and didn't see him so she shrugged and smiled, "Not down here... You could try upstairs."
"Ashleigh, Luv, is something wrong?"
Pallet began biting her lip and fidgeting in her seat. She stopped biting her lip and put a fake smile on her face, "No... Why do you ask?"
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Jun 4, 2009 22:31:41 GMT -5
"No... Why do you ask?"
Byron looked at her and gave her a half smile, "Luv, you won't look at me when you talk to me, you keep biting your lip, and you keep fiddling with your locket. You only do those things when something's wrong, or you're nervous or worried about something." Byron gently grabbed her by the chin and turned her head to look at him, "I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything; you know that..."
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