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Post by peem on Sept 16, 2006 14:17:59 GMT -5
Peem raised an eyebrow. "...stop being british, Blaize. That was rude." He smiled and cut up the bread quickly, putting it on the table. "Dinner's served!"
He got everyone a glass of water, while his mother put the pot of Haggis on the table.
She smiled sweetly "As our new member, Smokes...why don't you serve yourself first, lassie?"
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Post by Blaize Ackman on Sept 16, 2006 14:22:18 GMT -5
"Sorry, mate." He made a face and gave Peem a one armed hug when he passed by him. "I have to talk to you, later." He murmurred so no one else could hear.
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Post by smokes on Sept 16, 2006 14:28:23 GMT -5
Smokes nodded. She had to admit, it felt a bit strange to her being around these people. She felt she had to act a certain way. She was visibly tense, but tried to relax a little. With one hand in her pocket, she fiddled around with her cigar and served herself with the other.
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Post by peem on Sept 17, 2006 17:58:19 GMT -5
Peem looked at Blaize, raising an eyebrow. "...okay, laddie...we'll talk later."
He sat down, getting himself some food.
Mrs. Hendry, as astute as her son, smiled softly at Smokes, speaking near her ear while the boys talked. "...don't feel like ya have to act one way or anutha..we're all a ragtag group here anyways." She smiled and sat down, getting Davie some food.
"Well hope you like it all laddies and lassy!" She smiled in her bouisterous ways.
Peem nodded. "Yeah. Thanks mom."
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Post by smokes on Sept 17, 2006 20:42:43 GMT -5
"Thanks," Smokes said, referring to both the food and what Mrs. Hendry had told her. She did seem to relax a little after that.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on Sept 17, 2006 20:57:48 GMT -5
Slipping into his seat, Blaize grinned. He had gotten quite accustom to the food, and enjoyed it nearly all the time. "Of course, Mum. Thanks." He reached over and got himself some food, looking over at Smokes curiously.
"If its not to rude to ask, how was it you ran into my brother?" He raised an eyebrow, eyes flickering over to Peem, grinning. "And do tell me how you managed to put up with him for as long as you have. He tends to scare people away." He was of course, only joking.
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Post by smokes on Sept 17, 2006 21:02:34 GMT -5
"Not at all." Smokes took a sip of her drink. "I met 'im at the ice cream parlor." She smiled at his joke. "Practice."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on Sept 17, 2006 21:07:01 GMT -5
"Ah." He smiled back at her, taking a bite of his food. "Ni heolas go haontios." The Gaelic didn't sound odd in his british voice, on the contrary, it seemed to fit. He was half Irish after all, and it showed at that point.
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Post by smokes on Sept 17, 2006 21:19:49 GMT -5
Smokes nodded and smiled. "Socraithe."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on Sept 17, 2006 21:26:12 GMT -5
"I mean that in the nicest way of course." He laughed, taking a sip of his drink. "I wouldn't change it. Riamh. You'll like it here."
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Post by smokes on Sept 17, 2006 21:31:51 GMT -5
Smokes grinned. "Of course."
She was a little taken by Blaize. Before she had even met him she already had a image of him in her head. Thinking back to what Peem had told her, she was a little suprised he hadn't asked her her nationality.
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Post by peem on Sept 17, 2006 21:44:52 GMT -5
Peem smirked. "Oh lord...Blaize...rambling in gaelic." He sighed and chuckled. "...Great...I've created a monster in you, brit."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on Sept 17, 2006 21:47:55 GMT -5
Blaize just shrugged. "Might as well." Grinning, he turned back to his food. "I kinda like it, truth be told." Oh lord, if his mother could only hear him now. Oh well, he'd curse at her in Gaelic and smile. He realized that now. "Got a problem with it, deartháir?"
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Post by Blaize Ackman on Sept 25, 2006 4:43:32 GMT -5
((so i just posted, sue me.))
((Later))
Blaize had helped clean up, taken a quick bath, and then perched himself on the fire escape, the wind ruffling his bangs. He had a lot to think about. Hand bracing his chin, his elbow rested on his leg as it lay propped against the railing. A lot of kids were leaving to join the raconteurs....better pay they said.
Wasn't all that bad an idea, really.
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Post by peem on Sept 25, 2006 8:33:15 GMT -5
((sorry))
Peem slipped out onto the fire escape, leaning on the wall of the building. "...I haven't seen you so contemplative, Blaize...what's wrong?" He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag.
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