Beds

[Blaize Ackman]

Blaize staggered to the side, having not expected that shove to be as hard as it had been. "....Sorry. i was only kidding." He blinked at him before mentally shrugging and going into the washroom, starting up the water.

[peem]

Peem sighed and muttered an apology as well. Even Blaize could get him going about the scottish thing, it seemed. While Blaize got the bath going, Peem stripped off his pants and threw them and his soiled shirt in one of the sinks, using it as a sort of wash basin to get the cake and icing off his clothing.

[Blaize Ackman]

The British kid lowered his head as he worked about getting the water right. It was hard sometimes, in Queens. He bit his lip, having not meant that comment as it had been taken. He was only teasing him, but he should have known better. His comments couldn't lean that way...he was after all, still British.

[peem]

Peem sighed and went over to the boy. "I'm sorry Blaize. I would take that bad from anyone, not just because you're British." He smiled. "I should have known you were kidding."

[Blaize Ackman]

"Dont worry about it...Really." He grinned slightly, "You know me, im just sensitive about this crap. I tend to say something and then mope afterwards. Its natural." He reached out and lightly swapped the other upside the head. "There, now i feel better." He winked and gestured toward the bath. "Go ahead, im gonna straighten up out there, anyway."

He smirked on his way out and left the door open. Just in case Peem needed help finding anything.

[flanna]

Flanna was still dressed in her green ensemble when she walked into the Queens bunkroom, ready to grab her stuff and head out to Razors. She was a Brooks newsie, whether Spot liked it or not. She snorted. And it was definitely going to be a not. Instead of seeing a relatively tidy room, however, she saw a mess of cake and icing slathered over the floor and on...her bag. She didn't even blink when she saw a shirtless Blaize walk in covered in cake. "Damn it you stupid Brit, you can't just mess up yourself, can you...you have to mess up everyone elses' crap in the prossess!" She wiped at her bag angerly, one of the few things she had left from her days with her parents.

[Blaize Ackman]

Blaize started when he saw Flanna, and flinched at her voice. "Im sorry." He said timidly, teaching over and grabbing a clean cloth from the cabinet and held it out to her. "I didn't mean to get it all over your stuff."

For some reason, he was extremely withdrawn around the rest of Queens, and most of the time that meant Flanna, because getting into a fight with her would not help to become friends with her down the road.

[flanna]

Flanna snorted. "..you dont ever mean to do anything, I suppose. But you still, in your typical british manner, blunder about and make a fool of yourself, destroying other poor countries in the process" It was the british who had taken away her family's original livelyhood and forced them into horse stealing, and it was also the british who had forced them out of Ireland.

She knew she shouldn't judge Blaize on him being from Britian, she knew...but for some reason it never helped. Hopefully she would mellow out being out of Queens. She always felt the place was repressive anyways. It also didn't help that Blaize was being sumbissive. She could never understand that in a man.

She grabbed the cloth from him and looked him up and down. "...you look gross." She finished wiping her bag down. "...oh. I'm tranferring out to Brooks. Just so you know. Now if I see you, I can just hit you."

[Blaize Ackman]

Every time before, Blaize had let it go. Every time. But not now...because for some reason, this was different. "Hey!" He snapped, "Im tired of this, you and your holier then art thou personality and your Irish pride. Sure, im from Britain, sure my ancestors took over your country, sure you hate the British. FINE, Im starting to hate them too. But im not them. So stop treating me like it!!"

He snorted and glared at her, "Go ahead....Just hit me now. At least then we'll know who is being the cruel one between us. Cause it sure as bloody hell aint me."

[flanna]

Flanna didn't even flinch. "...maybe you know now how it feels to be Irish now. Looked at for your nationality, not your personal worth." She smirked bitterly. "...Unlike you, I lived in Ireland. I had to deal with persecution first hand. Now you know a bit how it feels to be me. I am in this country now because of your people, and like it or not, you have to stand for their sins as a representative. I stand for my countries ills." She snorted. "Glad to see you finally are getting a backbone. Nothing worse than a snivveling brit."

At the hit comment, she raised an eyebrow. "Oh stop the Martyr Me speech. I wont hit you now unless you provoke me or you are in Brooks. I don't just randomly slug people."

[Blaize Ackman]

"I stand for my country, and their sins, but not by my own choice. I cant go anywhere here, because there are people like you, who condemn me for sins that aren't my own. I dont go around proclaiming to own you, do I? No, i dont. I hate my country for what they did, and if i could change it, i would. But ya know what, i dont care what you think...I dont care what any of you think, because Im not British. Im American."

He shook his head, "Fine, whatever you want. Im half tempted to just go to Brooklyn for the joy of it. Cause you dont scare me. Razor doesn't scare me. Blade doesn't scare me. Spot doesn't scare me. No Irish or Scottish person in any of these burroughs scare me. Im above the problems of our countries."

[flanna]

Flanna rolled her eyes after the long speech. "Blahblah...gah. Well I'll get ye a wee little American flag and you can skip arounding singing the starspangled banner for all I care..."

She smirked at his comments. "...glad they don't scare you. Hope you have fun when you go into Brooks next time..but before you do cross the bridge, ya might want to bring your head outta the clouds. Or you'll pass out from lack of oxygen." She knew if she asked Razor, Blaize would be torn to shreds. But she wasn't that type of person. She didn't want him dead.

[Blaize Ackman]

Blaize shrugged, "Ya know what, i will have fun. I'll have fun and nothing you say can change that." He snorted, apparently done with this conversation as he turned his back on her and grabbed his stuff, pulling out a change of clothes.

[flanna]

Flanna rolled her eyes and grumbled. "...like talking to a five year old." She picked up her bag..way to ruin a night. She sighed, hoping she got to Razor's apartment without running into Spot. "Bye." And headed out the door.

[Blaize Ackman]

Blaize sighed as soon as she was gone, sinking back to sit on his bed, head in his hands. Well, that could have gone a bit better, he supposed. "Bloody hell im never going to make this work." He muttered angrily, eyes flashing.