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Post by irish on Sept 17, 2006 11:02:09 GMT -5
Irish walked through the park, hands in her pockets and hat pulled over her eyes. She could still see, but others couldn't see her eyes. She was new to this place, and tried to learn where all paths and roads went. She was actually new to all of New York, but that didn't bother her a bit. She could handle herself. Anyways, it didn't matter where she was, because it was always the same story: alone, nobody to talk to, and just another place where she had to protect herself. She wasn't angry about it, heck, it was her own fault... it was just always the same.
She had settled in the Bronx because that's where her family had come to when they came over from Ireland. Quickly she shook her head and lost the thought of her family. She stopped walking at one point and looked around, just to try to remember things. She, soon, continued on, not worrying about anything... not even what she was going to eat, or if she was going to eat at the least.
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Post by arabelle on Sept 17, 2006 11:07:38 GMT -5
Arabelle, having left the harbor, walked to the park. She glanced at the girl with the hat hiding her eyes, and sighed. She'd never get used to New York, no matter how long she lived here. The people were even more confusing, with accents she had to struggle to understand even after five years.
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Post by irish on Sept 17, 2006 11:12:43 GMT -5
Irish walked through the area, eyes scanning the surroundings. Her gaze stopped as soon as another girl was in sight. Irish lifted her hand and pushed her hat up, scratching her forehead. She wasn't sure what to expect with this girl. Turning her head she took her hat off, allowing her bronze hair to fall back into positing after being pushed and head back by her hat. She pulled a string out of her pocket and tied it up. She placed her hat back on, and continued walking. If this girl wanted to talk, she'd have to say something first; and if not, she didn't care.
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Post by arabelle on Sept 17, 2006 11:17:00 GMT -5
Arabelle nodded politely, once, then spoke. "You must be new. Haven't seen you around, but then I'm over in Manhattan. So I wouldn't." She didn't know why she had said that; it sounded ridiculous as soon as it came out of her mouth. Flicking a bit of dust off her skirt, she waited, silent and ill at ease.
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Post by irish on Sept 17, 2006 11:20:06 GMT -5
Irish stopped and looked at her; almost surprised that this girl was actually talking to her. "I'm new here." She informed her. "New to all of New York to be more accurate." She said, then continued forwards. she wore pants, a dirty tan shirt and a dark green vest. "I'm called Irish." She said back to the girl. Not once had she ever said that her name is Irish; it's always that she's called Irish. As she walked on, she showed no signs of wanting this girl to leave, and could care less if she followed.
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Post by arabelle on Sept 17, 2006 11:24:34 GMT -5
Arabelle nodded again. "Irish, eh? I'm Arabelle." She didn't walk on, still fussing with her skirt. Vaguely wondering if she'd ever meet Irish again, she doubted it and began to walk in the opposite direction, away from the other girl.
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Post by irish on Sept 17, 2006 11:31:54 GMT -5
Irish nodded as Arabelle said 'Irish, eh?', but continued walking on. Arabelle... Irish thought, trying to remember the girl, just incase they met up again. Irish didn't look back but spoke, "Maybe we'll meet again." She wasn't sure if the girl could hear her, but said it anyways.
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Post by arabelle on Sept 17, 2006 11:35:53 GMT -5
Arabelle could hear only a little bit of what Irish said to her, and began to think. Maybe they would meet again. She found a bench nearby and sat down to try to be alone with her thoughts, which began to drift away to another time and place far to the south. To the flat seaside town of Savannah, her old home.
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Post by perch on Sept 17, 2006 17:06:39 GMT -5
Perch adjusted her hat and stuck her hands in her pockets. She whistled lightly and looked at the ground at she walked through the park. She had been bored and decided to take a walk. She walked around slowly breathing in the air.
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Post by irish on Sept 17, 2006 19:13:43 GMT -5
Irish stopped as she heard whistling and looked around. She saw another girl in the distance, and stopped for a moment; trying to decide what to do. It didn't take her long to decide to just keep walking. She had already talked with one person... what was the point in going out of her way to talk to another. She walked quickly and soon left Palham Bay Park, and continued on to another place she had to learn.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Sept 28, 2006 18:55:23 GMT -5
((NEW DAY))
Lukas was standing in the pond about 4 feet from the bank cursing wildly in English and German intermittently. His boots were on the shore accompanied by his socks and his bowler was in the middle of the pond surrounded by floating newspapers. Thanks to his smooth talking a customer had become a little too friendly and this was the result. He let out a shriek when his foot sank into the mud squishing up between his toes.
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Post by perch on Sept 30, 2006 23:32:40 GMT -5
Perch was walking peacfully enjoying the sounds and sights int he park when she heard a shriek. She glanced around trying to find where the sound had come from. She stopped when she saw someone standing in the pond. "what the.." she walked towards the boy curiously. When she got tto he shore she saw that there was a hat in the pond. She smiled at the fact that he seemed a little scared at the thought of going any farther into the water. "hey, ya need some help?" she asked hopeing she was loud enough for him to hear her.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Oct 1, 2006 20:02:48 GMT -5
Lukas was seriously holding back the urge to cry. He hated the water more than anything on the planet. Hearing Perch's voice he turned sharply and struggled to keep balance. "I'm fine!" He called back, trying to sound secure but his voice cracking as he was upset. He looked back at the hat floating in front of him - so close but so far away. He took another step and sank a bit further into the water. Again he squwaked and looked quickly back at the girl "I'm in control..." He called back defiantly
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Post by irish on Oct 2, 2006 2:01:51 GMT -5
Irish wandered through the park... yet again... this was probably her favorite place, since it was really the only place she knew. She was, this time, accompanied by a mongrel of a mutt. He walked next to her, and looked around. As they passed near the pond, she saw a girl run into a guy, causing a bit of havoc. Gin seemed to sense something, and bolted towards the boy and girl.
Irish slapped her forehead and watched Gin run off. "Gin!" She called to the dog, who was halfway between her and the boy and girl. "Um, come!?" She called out. She had never really trained him, he just kinda followed her. "Stop!?" She wasn't sure what to really say. Gin was now circling the boy and girl, barking wildly. Irish sighed, and walked over to them, hoping Gin didn't bother them too much. As she walked, a limp grced her step, enough that those who saw her could see it, yet, those who were used to it could ignore it... as she did.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 2, 2006 16:21:57 GMT -5
Dodger sat on the bank and was getting a good laugh at Lukas's expence. He couldn't help it really, it was just to damn funny. "Yeah, Mate. You're in control aroight.." his voice sounds like the burr of the british isles, and his laugh had the musical sound. "Ya be needin a hand?" He stuck out his hand then quickly adjusted the bowler hat on his head with the hand he'd stuck out and continued to laugh.
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admin loves me - but then again who doesn't ? *cocky Lukas smile*
