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Post by drifter on May 15, 2006 15:03:54 GMT -5
Drifter watched as Skits brushed off the ledge, and made room for two before sitting down and waving her over to the spot next to him. She sat down and hung her feet over the edge. Leaning back on her arms, Drifter looked out over the waterfront and at the statue. It certainly was a sight, everything laid out like that.
She relaxed for a bit and looked over at Skits, who was looking at her expectantly. Oh, yea, like she was supposed to know that he wanted a match. She joked about ruddy boys and mind reading while she opened her case and pulled out her box of matches.
"Youse can keep those. Ise pretty shoah Ise got moah back at the lodgin' house an' Ise rarely use 'em anyway," she said handing the box over to the boy, " 'Sides I owea you one foh takin' me out heah."
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Post by Skittery on May 15, 2006 15:56:35 GMT -5
Skittery fumbled with the box and pulled out a match, lit it on the bricks, and ignited his cig. "Thanks" he said inbetween inhalations. "an' stop sayin' stuff like that" he added, a bit of iritation dancing on his voice, "ya don't owe me nothin' I'm enjoyin' it an thats good enough. It ain't like a chore or somethin'..."
He looked away from her and stared out at the statue in the distance. "Eveh though its pretty that thing's a joke." He waved a hand at Lady Liberty. "all that crap about liberty an' prosperity. All those immigrants dun know what their in for in dis city..." He snorted - but what did he know, he had no idea what conditions they were actually comming from. He just knew about places like Hell's Kitchen and Jew town.
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Post by drifter on May 16, 2006 6:32:04 GMT -5
Drifter grinned as she continued looking out over everything. Mr. Grumpy was having fun too. She was about to tease him about fun not hurting when hee spoke about the statute.
"Eveh though its pretty that thing's a joke, all that crap about liberty an' prosperity. All those immigrants dun know what their in for in dis city..."
Drifter looked up at the boy, curious as to why he'd say that, realizing, he probably didn't know too many immigrants first hand, and that the immigrant's kids that he knew, probably had no idea why their parents came here. Well Drifter knew, nothing hurt her parents more than having to leave Ireland.
"Well, this place ain't the promised land, but it's betteh than most," she said quietly, pulling her legs up off the edge and resting her head on her knees as she wrapped her arms around her legs.
"My folks came from Ireland an' wit good reason. Ireland's no place for the real Irish. Hasn't been foh awhile now. Strange as it sounds to you, it's even hahdah foh us to think about.
But heah, heahs theahs hope, theahs work, an' theahs a futuah. Not just foh them, but foh me, an' then my kids an' then theah kids aftah that."
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Post by Skittery on May 16, 2006 15:51:42 GMT -5
Skittery didn't take his gaze off the harbor as his listened. "I jus' think a lot a people come 'ere not really knowin' how bad this place can be too - you aint never been to some of those immigrant neighborhoods." He took a drag. "If they're better than the old world then, heh, Europe must be Hell."
He looked at her for a moment without speaking and gave a small smile. "Yeah, a future." He sighed and pulled his legs back onto the ledge and laid on his back so the his head was by her leg and one of his legs dangled off the edge and his smoldering cigarette poked out of his mouth. He pulled the dirty scarf out and laid it over his eyes to block the sun.
"Ya know.." He started to talk again not bothering to remove the scarf. "Ya said Ace is real protective of ya - why?" He was thinking about earlier conversations when it crossed his mind that he did not know what their relationship was.
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Post by drifter on May 16, 2006 16:44:50 GMT -5
Drifter folded her legs Indian style, giving Skit's a place to put his head other than the concrete. She poked him in the head to get hs attention and patted her leg before leaning back on her arms.
"Trust me, no one who had a good life back in the ol' country is comin' to live in the slums heah. You gotta be desperate to pick up an' leave everythin' you know behind."
"Ya said Ace is real protective of ya - why?"
Drifter thought for a moment, she really didn't think it was her business to tell people about Ace's childhood, she doubted that even Slinks heard the full story. She supposed she could just omit a few things, that wouldn't be lying.
"I knew Ace back when he was Danny an' I was Roisin. Ise was stayin' wit this couple who knew my folks back in Ireland, they worked in the house and wes lived in the basement like most o' the otheh servants. It was real nice, most o' them had kids my age an' Ace was friends wit a few o' dem," she said with a grin, remembering the firt time she met her friend.
"Neitha o' us had any real family left an' wes kinda bonded oveh that. He's like the oldah brotheh Ise neveh had. An' now I'm kinda all he's got from his past. I don't think eitha us spected to see each otheh afteh Ise moved, so now he's not about to have me leavin' again."
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Post by Skittery on May 16, 2006 18:54:15 GMT -5
Skitt flipped off the scarf when she tapped him but grinned when he saw what she was suggesting. He moved his head up on to her leg and replaced the dirty cloth moving his head around until he got comfortable.
He took more hits as she talked and tapped the ash off the side of the building. "Oh so not friends but real old friends..family" he nodded, understanding now and perfectly content with the explination.
He blew some smoke from his nose. "Roisin...thats unusual.."
((sorry i'm lame at the moment))
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Post by drifter on May 16, 2006 20:43:10 GMT -5
Drifter sat up off her arms and played with Skits hair absent-mindedly as she chuckled, "Definitely just friends, when he brought me back to the house, some girl freaked thinkin' wes was togetheh an' that he was cheatin' on Slinks, it was a nightmaeh." Drifter shook her head amusedly, girls were too much sometimes.
"But me name's Roisin-Dubh, afteh Dublin. It's wheah me folks weh from. Means Black Rose. They couldn't just name me Bridgett or Colleen," she said with a small laugh.
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Post by Skittery on May 16, 2006 21:22:02 GMT -5
He laughed outright. "What guy in 'is right mind would bring a mistress ta 'is house if his goils friends were 'round?" He was highly amused. Girls were drama. He took one last breath of the burning tobacco then snubbed out the cigarette on the bricks dropping it below. "Great way for ya ta make friends anyways.."
Skittery let out a satisfied sigh, he loved having his hair touched ((you all so know what i'm talking about!)) a smugg little smile was plastered across the visable part of his face. He wiggled around so she touched both sides of his head.
"Yer so irish..." He said quietly, stating the obvious. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and completly relaxed his body. His arm hung limply off the edge.
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Post by drifter on May 16, 2006 22:33:12 GMT -5
Drifter grinned continued playing with his hair, sometimes she swore boys weren't too different from puppies. She was amused by his moods, grumpy one minute and docile the next, and apparently he could fall asleep anywhere.
"Yea, just a wee bit. But ah' youse fallin' asleep on me heah? Didn't realize Ise was borin' you heah," she said cheekily. Looking down at him she had a hopeful look on her face.
"Wes should do this again, maybe not come up heah, but theah's still the whole city to exploah. 'Sides, Ise havin' fun an' Ise think you ah' too."
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Post by Skittery on May 16, 2006 23:25:07 GMT -5
He kept his eyes shut but smiled broadly. "You ain't borin', yer just spoilin' me. Can't 'elp but relax, 'sides ya make a nice pillow." To ensure that she wouldnt stop he wiggled his head around more.
Wes should do this again,
Skittery opened one eye to peer up at her and then he nodded. "Anywhere you wanna go - even ta see one of Medda's shows " he loved Iriving Hall and enjoied Drifter's company so spending a bit more money for a date wouldnt be all that bad, "too bad ya ain't in Manhattan so I don't 'ave ta walk to the Bronx ta get ya.." he closed his eye again, "course I'se 'avin' fun, Driftah, Ise 'aven't thought about one lousy pape in hours- its like a vacation"
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Post by drifter on May 17, 2006 0:32:18 GMT -5
Drifter chuckled and held his head straight, "Stop wigglin' like that, just makes it hahdah foh me. An' I sees how it is, outta staht chahgin' ya foh this."
She began playing with his hair again, content that he would stay still this time. Medda's, she's heard some of the kids at the lodging house talk about her, they seemed to really enjoy the shows.
"I'd like that Skits, Ise hoid 'bout Medda's shows in the bunkroom and it sounds like fun. An' Ise wouldn't make you walk all the way out to the lodgin' house, that'd be a real pain o' me."
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Post by Skittery on May 17, 2006 19:29:47 GMT -5
Following orders he went limp. "I'd 'ave ta get ya even if ya are a pain.." he mumbled eyes still shut, "or else i'd be a jerk....Ise sappose ta escort like a gentlem--" His voice faded out as did his conscience.
A moment later his leg slid off the edge, the jolt waking him up. Skittery sat up quickly looking around in surprise. He looked behind him and focused on Drifter. "sheesh.." He rubbed the side of his face and hoisted his leg back onto the rooftop. "sorry, i'se tired...nevah get any sleep.."
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Post by drifter on May 17, 2006 22:13:29 GMT -5
Drifter couldn't help but laugh as Skittery scooted upright, looking rather startled. He had spent half the day walking around the city, and still apparently planned on bringing her back to the Bronx, which meant even more walking. Next time, she didn't plan on heading back so early though.
"That's sweet, an' Ise can hahdly blame youse foh bein' ti'ed, you did moah walkin' t'day than me."
She stretched her arms out over her head before leaning back on her arms and giving Skittery an easy grin.
"Ise should prolly be gettin' back to the lodgin' house soon, befoah Ace stahts wonderin' wheah I'm at."
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Post by Skittery on May 18, 2006 1:19:03 GMT -5
Skittery gave her a frown not wanting to leave, and then he glared off into the distance. This time angry at himself for being tired. He rubbed one of his eyes with the butt of his hand then looked at her, softening his scowl.
"If yer ready I guess we can leave.." The words were rather jumbled, sounding more forced than anything.
"I'se walkin' ya back even if I am tired. Can't 'ave ya gettin' lost in Manhattan" He slapped his theighs and got to his feet. Before extending his hand to Drifter he stretched his arms above his head and let out a big yawn.
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Post by drifter on May 18, 2006 1:59:39 GMT -5
Drifter put her bag back over her shoulders before grabbing Skittery's hand and lettting him pull her up.
"Well Ise could always stay heah tonight," she said, following him back across the roof but not yet dropping his hand, "Ace prolly won't notice Ise gone 'til we leave foh the distribution centeh in the mornin' an'. Wes still gotta couple hours that way."
She grinned up at him from his side, "It's up to you though, youse the one who insists on walkin' me home. If easieh to take me home now then wes can do that."
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