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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 17, 2006 20:58:10 GMT -5
The Brit's hands came up and wrapped lightly around his own neck, exactly where his mother's fingers had clutched. "Perhaps." He murmurred, "But there is always that possibility, that chance." He hated having to admit that, but what else could he do? "I...have to apologize, Peem." He said out of nowhere.
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Post by peem on May 17, 2006 21:00:01 GMT -5
Peem looked Blaize in the eyes. "Apologize for what? You're my friend...I'm just glad I was here so you didn't have to deal with this alone." He smiled softly. "Besides..if there is something to the dream, you're going to need me around to protect you from falling black cats or ladders crossing your path or something..." He smirked.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 17, 2006 21:01:11 GMT -5
Blaize gave him a small smile, but it faded quickly and he brought his legs up to his chest, laying his chin on his knees. "I have to apologize, because i betrayed my mother's memory by being here."
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Post by peem on May 17, 2006 21:06:30 GMT -5
Peem let go of the lad and sit back from him a bit. "What do you mean?" He bit his lip. "Because I'm scottish? Is that it...it all goes back to our nationality?"
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 17, 2006 21:07:50 GMT -5
He covered his eyes with one hand, "I dont care what you are, you know that. My mother, on the other hand..." He shook his head wearily, "Forget it...Im keeping you up. You should really get back to bed."
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Post by peem on May 17, 2006 21:09:56 GMT -5
Peem shook his head. "Nope, I'm staying." And he patted his friend on the shoulder softly. "You're mother was wrong. My father was wrong. I know that now. You aren't betraying her...she wanted you to be a good person. You are. You can't allow her prejudices to pervade your self...to make you guilty."
He sighed. "You can't live life like that."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 17, 2006 21:11:54 GMT -5
The other chuckled, "The scottish are wise." Turning his head, he flashed the other a small grin. "The new generation outdoes the old, no?"
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Post by peem on May 17, 2006 21:14:51 GMT -5
Peem laughed. HE was happy he finally got through to Blaize. "But of course. We humans are an improvin bunch, we are." He smirked. "Especially us from them british isles.."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 17, 2006 21:16:00 GMT -5
Snorting, he reached out and lightly boxed the other on the side of the head. "I feel terrible about waking you up." He admitted. "Its really late, so late its early. Go back to bed."
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Post by peem on May 17, 2006 21:20:11 GMT -5
Peem shook his head. "Only if you assure me you are going to sleep some as well. If ye aren't, I'm not." He rubbed his head and let out a fake whimper. "Meanie..."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 17, 2006 21:21:40 GMT -5
Smirking, he grinned, "Brit's honor." he shooed him with his hands. "Go on."
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Post by peem on May 17, 2006 21:24:09 GMT -5
Peem ruffled Blaize's hair and patted him on the shoulder. "I really shouldnt trust that.." He laughed. "But I will. Goodnight til ooh...4 more hours." He smirked and walked back to his bed, falling asleep after a few moments.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 17, 2006 21:55:44 GMT -5
Rolling his eyes, Blaize got to his feet, padding across the floor to the window. Bracing his arms lightly he looked out at the sky and sighed. So much was going on, so many things were changing. He had no idea what he was supposed to be doing- what he was supposed to think.
But he knew Peem was right.
Climbing back into bed, he dozed on and off for around 3 hours before he got up and silently went about making breakfast. Laying it on the table, he found a scrap of paper in his pockets and scribbled out a note.
Folding up the blanket he laid it on the couch neatly, and after taking one last look around, made his way out of the house with barely any noise. He had to get back to Queens, before anyone knew he was in the Bronx. He couldn't get Peem in trouble.
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Post by peem on May 18, 2006 10:21:20 GMT -5
Peem woke up quietly and went into the other room, smelling breakfast. "Wow Blaize...ye dunna need to make--Blaize?"
The british boy was no where to be found. Alarmed, he walked over to the table, but calmed down when he read the note. Thats Blaize for you...always lookin' out for people odda than himself... He ate some of the toast that Blaize had made and sat down. He'd run into Blaize soon, he was sure.
Today..he was going to have to try and find papes. That meant...slipping through foreign territory.
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