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Post by Administrator on May 13, 2006 22:21:13 GMT -5
Peem's family lives in a small two bedroom apartment: one room for his parents, one room for himself and his younger brother Davey. The living room is combined with the living room, which is small but comfortable. Outside is a fire escape, leading to the other apartments and the ground below. They live in the 6th floor in a 10 story building.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 15, 2006 16:39:46 GMT -5
There was a swift knock on the door as someone scurried up the fire escape and swung over. Hood pulled low over his face, Blaize waited with baited breath.
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Post by peem on May 15, 2006 16:41:55 GMT -5
Peem had managed to slip away from the Bronx lodging house for a bit, wanting to check on his little brother. Hearing a knock at the door, he flung his pocket knife out. Never knew what was outside these days. Opening the door he almost laughed. "Blaize. Ye look rediculous."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 15, 2006 16:42:34 GMT -5
"Yes, i know." He chuckled, throwing it back, "But it isnt easy getting out of Queens when one sticks out like a sore thumb."
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Post by peem on May 15, 2006 16:56:05 GMT -5
Peem nodded. "I'm supposed to beat your arse into a pulp right now, ya know? What on earth are you doing here??" He pulled the fellow boy into the apartment. "If someone saw you, both of our asses are toast!"
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 15, 2006 16:58:24 GMT -5
"What else am i supposed to do?? He cried, "I have NO idea what is going on here- and it'd be my arse that gets beaten, Prince and the others hate me." He sighed, "Of course its not like i wasn't expecting it."
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Post by peem on May 15, 2006 17:01:45 GMT -5
Peem got Blaize a whiskey and gestured for him to sit down. "I'm sure they don't hate ya. Ye just need to turn on the british charm.." He smirked. "Given it isn't as good as the Scottish charm...but it will have to do." He laughed. "And just show them you aren't like your skuzzy ancestors."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 15, 2006 17:09:29 GMT -5
He sat down happily with the whiskey and frowned, "Guess you're right." Taking a sip he looked at the other over the rim of the glass, "Do you understand what's going on here?" He asked lightly.
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Post by peem on May 15, 2006 17:16:44 GMT -5
Peem shook his head. "I dunna know. Seems someone in brooks died and was dumped in hattan. Means Spot thinks it was Jack or sumtin'. So the leaders chose sides and drug us all into it." He shrugged. "So like it or not, the side we are one is the side we fight for."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 15, 2006 17:27:13 GMT -5
He slid farther down in his seat, "Sounds familiar." He muttered, thinking back on all the times he had to take a side just because of his nationality. "This is stupid, it really is."
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Post by peem on May 15, 2006 17:30:29 GMT -5
Peem shrugged. "Maybe it is. But all wars are. This is just like the fight between our people on a smaller scale." He drank a whiskey. "Face it, laddie. We'll just have to tough it through. And ye thought becoming a newsie would be easy.."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 15, 2006 17:39:47 GMT -5
He snorted lightly, "I see that maybe it wasn't the best choice i could have made, and yet..." He paused, voice soft, "And yet, i cant help but think there was a reason why we were meant to come here at this time. It might just be my insane Britian genes talking, but i think there is more to this then anyone knows."
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Post by peem on May 15, 2006 20:39:14 GMT -5
Peem smirked. "Ye talkin' like a scots' man now. We love our lady fate and supersition."
A noise came from one of the bedrooms and Peem's mother, Charlotte came out. "Oh Peem...dear me you shoulda told us we had visitors!" Her brough was thick and cheerful. "Hello Laddie..." One look at her and you knew she was Peem's mother. Dark black hair that was a mess of unruleyness...he definitely was a mama's boy.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 15, 2006 21:50:38 GMT -5
Blaize, wondering how his mother would take knowing he was from Britain, got to his feet slowly, respectively. "Hullo, Ma'am, its a nice place you have here." And he meant it. After sleeping in the streets, this was a nice place.
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Post by peem on May 15, 2006 22:00:52 GMT -5
Mrs. Hendry hugged the boy and smiled. "Ach..ye bairn, sit back down." She looked over at Peem. "I bet ye gave this boy here such a hassle about bein' from britain!" She looked over at Blaize apologetically. "He gets them notions from his fadder. Ach I say live and let live! Past is past!" She nodded. "Well, ye seem like a nice enough laddie. Our couch is always open for ye to sleep on."
Peem sighed a bit. His mother was a bit brash and a bit too joviafor his taste (not really he is SUCH a mammas boy haha).
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