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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on May 28, 2009 19:34:25 GMT -5
"I take it you're from England then?"
Byron closed up his journal and set it on the sand beside him, and smiled. Then in his English accent he replied, "Yes, Ma'am. Sussex, England then Ireland for a short while, now here. You're not from around here neither, are you? If I had to guess... Scotland?" He couldn't quite place where exactly she was from because she had a mixed accent, but she sounded more Scottish than anything.
Realizing that she was still standing while he was sitting, he offered her a seat next to him. Normally, if he was still in England he would have stood up before offering her a seat but here it wasn't expected, especially in such a relaxed setting...
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Post by bunky on May 28, 2009 21:52:32 GMT -5
PIper smiled, a English boy in New York. Now that was a first. She did meet a boy from Poland, but this one was a first from England. She walked over gracefully and placed her papers and boots next to her as she sat down on the sand next to the boy.
"Born there but brought here. I miss it sometimes." Piper replied in a grin and pushed her fiery red hair out of her eyes.
"So what brings you here to America?" Piper asked in curiosity, wanting to hear this tale.
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on May 30, 2009 21:51:29 GMT -5
"So what brings you here to America?"
Byron smiled back at the girl. "I'm originally from Sussex, England as you know. Lived with my mum, Moira, and my dad, Harlon. After mum died, my dad and I moved to Dublin, Ireland with my mum's parents for a bit. Then dad and I moved in with some friends, the O'Shea's, in Galway, Ireland, helped them out on their ranch for some time. Then when I was 16, a tragedy caused me to move here with my friend Pallet O'Shea and her lil brother, Shamrock. And here we are, trying to start a new life... Though, it's a big change from what we're used to; going from the country to the city, from having everything to nothing..." Byron didn't know this girl yet so he didn't want to tell her everything...
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Post by bunky on May 31, 2009 17:12:29 GMT -5
Piper sat down and listened to his story. It seemed he had a interesting life, thought it seemed so sad and depressing. How is it that a simple kind man who go through a tragedy such as that? it didn't seem right at all. She pushed her red hair back and looked up at the sky when he was finished.
"Both me mum and dad are dead, died from catching a disease on the ship that brought them here. I live with the newsies though me brother is still around, he works on the docks in Manhattan. The only interesting thing in my life is when I was a kid and almost burned down my church from lighting a match." Piper explained to him, looking from the sky back to Lord Byron
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Jun 1, 2009 21:17:41 GMT -5
"Both me mum and dad are dead, died from catching a disease on the ship that brought them here. I live with the newsies though me brother is still around, he works on the docks in Manhattan. The only interesting thing in my life is when I was a kid and almost burned down my church from lighting a match."
Byron watched the girl tell about her mother and father... He didn't know how young she was when her parents died, but that had to be hard for her; coming so far and then losing both of them... "Sorry, to hear about your parents." Then she told him about the church, and he chuckled, then stopped not wanting to offend her. "Sorry." Byron leaned back on his hands and stared out at the water. Then he sat back up, and turned towards her, "Pardon my manners, I never introduced myself. I'm Ja-- 'Lord Byron'."
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Post by bunky on Jun 1, 2009 21:30:26 GMT -5
Piper heard him say something at first, started with a J, but he then said Lord Byron. Piper wondered if that was his real name, but she didn't want to push it with him at all, she just met him too!
"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Piper." She replied and smiled. She liked meeting new people, and he was such a gentleman to her.
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Jun 1, 2009 21:41:23 GMT -5
"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Piper."
"Pleasures all mine, Piper." Byron racked his fingers through his shaggy hair, "If you don't mind me asking, is that your real name, or is it a name the Newsies gave ya?" Byron hated to sound nosy but he just started going off by himself without Shamrock and Pallet, and had just started meeting new people. It was interesting to hear about how everyone got their nicknames.
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Post by bunky on Jun 1, 2009 21:45:57 GMT -5
"If you don't mind me asking, is that your real name, or is it a name the Newsies gave ya?"
Piper smiled. She hardly gave her real name out to people, because everyone knew her as Piper. She pushed back her red hair once again.
"It's Angie." She replied, "I like it, but I was always called Piper because my love for the bagpipes, plus I'm scottish."
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Jun 1, 2009 22:47:19 GMT -5
"It's Angie." She replied, "I like it, but I was always called Piper because my love for the bagpipes, plus I'm scottish."
Byron figured it was only fair to tell Piper his real name, since she told him his, "Makes sense. My real name's Jackson, but only two people know that, Pallet and Shamrock. Everyone calls me Lord Byron, or Byron for short." Byron began drawing shapes in the sand again with his stick.
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Post by bunky on Jun 1, 2009 22:59:23 GMT -5
Piper smiled when he told her his name. Jackson, it suited him she thought to herself a she grabbed another rock and stood up.
"Nice name, it fits you." She replied as she threw a rock and saw it skipping along the water top. It went on for miles it looked like and she smirked, she had a arm on her that was good for throwing papers and punching boys.
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Jun 1, 2009 23:05:27 GMT -5
"Nice name, it fits you."
"Thanks." Byron stood up, picked up a rock, and joined Piper, tossing the stone along the surface. It hit four times, before disappearing below the surface. Byron glanced at her pile of papers, "So, you taking a break before going back to work, or you all done?"
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Post by bunky on Jun 1, 2009 23:36:00 GMT -5
"Just a small break for me. If I try to go all day I'll pass out from heat exhaustion or something else." Piper replied in a smirk, "Though I do know some people who go all day and seem fine, but I don't have that much energy in me to handle rude people."
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Jun 2, 2009 19:20:58 GMT -5
"Though I do know some people who go all day and seem fine, but I don't have that much energy in me to handle rude people."
Byron picked up another stone and tossed it. "I know what you mean, about the rude people... I actually didn't go selling today; skipped all together so I could come down here and relax for a bit, to write some poetry, enjoy the scenery. It's as close as I will get to country like back home..." Byron stretched his arms out, tilted his face towards the sun to take in the warmth, and then raked his fingers through his hair again.
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Post by bunky on Jun 3, 2009 1:10:14 GMT -5
Piper smiled, thinking about the countryside. She wanted to go and see it, how it was so different from the city, so quiet and reserved. She's only heard of it from stories and books she's read.
"I'd like to visit the countryside. I've been in the city all of my life, never seeing the countryside before." She replied aloud as she looked up at a flock of birds flying over them both.
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Jun 3, 2009 18:26:37 GMT -5
"I'd like to visit the countryside. I've been in the city all of my life, never seeing the countryside before."
Byron couldn't imagine living in the city his whole life and never having seen the countryside. "The English and Irish countryside are two of the most beautiful places you'll ever see. I wish I had a picture to show you... Oh, I know, stop by the Bronx Boys Lodging house sometime and I can get one of Pallet's paintings to show you. They're fantastic, especially since they're from her memory."
Byron noticed from the position of the sun that it was getting late in the afternoon, and mentioning Pallet made him remember he promised to meet her at the Boys Lodging House, about now. Byron turned around and picked up his journal off the ground and dusted it off. "Well, I don't want to seem rude, but I'm supposed to meet someone about now, so I better go... Can I walk you back to your selling spot or home or are you going to stay here a bit longer?" Byron was always taught to never leave a girl by herself without offering to escort her to her destination, first...
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