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Post by Alexandreia Halliway on Oct 9, 2008 9:43:32 GMT -5
Lexi smiled, "Nice to meet you as well." So maybe all of the kids in the Bronx weren't as bad as she thought. Not that she really thought they were bad she just wasn't used to having to put an effort forward in making friends with people. Most people just became her friends when she was drunk and in some debacle or another. Now that she wasn't drinking she found it harder to make conversation with people she didn't know.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 22, 2009 19:14:32 GMT -5
[New Day]
Pallet sat down by the pond and pulled her legs up to her chest. Then she pulled out a small canvas out of her beaten old mahogany art box, along with some paints and a painting pallet. She began painting a picture of the pond landscape.
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Post by gemmahightower on Jun 22, 2009 19:45:42 GMT -5
Gemma had been wandering around the pond, occasionally throwing scraps of leaves to the ducks (seeing as she had no bread to spare), while thinking about the days she had come here with her mother to waste sometimes an entire loaf of bread on the stupid waterfowls. She had thought nothing of it then, but now, she wished more than anything for those delicious loaves back.
Looking up, Gemma spotted a girl around her age with a canvas and paints. Curiosity overtook her, and she wandered casually over. As she sauntered past, hands in her pockets, she tried to get a glance of what the girl was painting. "Wow," Gemma commented, without even thinking about the fact that she was talking to a complete stranger, "you're really good, ya know that?"
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 22, 2009 21:22:59 GMT -5
"Wow," Gemma commented, without even thinking about the fact that she was talking to a complete stranger, "you're really good, ya know that?"
Pallet jumped a little from being startled, but then smiled at the girl. "Thanks. Been painting since I was a wee chiseller. Sorry, a young child I mean." She put her canvas and her paints back into her mahogany box. "Care to sit?"
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Post by gemmahightower on Jun 22, 2009 21:53:32 GMT -5
"Don't mind if I do," Gemma smiled, plopping down next to the girl. "Sorry if I startl'd yah." She glanced at the painter with a glitter of amusement. "And is that an Irish accent I hear?" she asked, dropping her half-faked Brooklyn accent and letting her English accent become more obvious. "It's been awhile since I've talked to a fellow European. The name's Gemma." She spit in her hand and held it out to the other girl, her smile widening because a few days ago she would have never thought to spit-shake. You learn something every day.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 22, 2009 22:06:59 GMT -5
"And is that an Irish accent I hear?" "It's been awhile since I've talked to a fellow European. The name's Gemma."
Pallet smiled, "Yeah, born and raised in Ireland till I was 15. Me name's Ashleigh, but everyone calls me Pallet." She spit in her hand and shook Gemma's. "You're not from 'round here neither?"
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Post by gemmahightower on Jun 22, 2009 22:44:33 GMT -5
"Nice to meetcha, Pallet," Gemma smiled, slipping back in to her Brooklyn accent a little, out of habit.
"You're not from 'round here neither?"
"Born and bred in Bath, England," Gemma said proudly, as if coming from the quiet, sleepy town was the best thing in the world. "Moved to Manhattan the same age as you a few years back, with my mum and dad. Now it's just me, livin' in Brooklyn," she shrugged. "So what brought you to the Big City?" she asked, suddenly brightening again.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 23, 2009 0:06:21 GMT -5
"So what brought you to the Big City?"
"Well, I moved here with me brother, Shamrock, and me mate, now fella, Lord Byron, when our fathers were, well, killed. Me ma died a couple years before that and Byron's ma died a while before that, so we didn't really have anyone but each other. So here we are. We live right here in the Bronx." Pallet thought back to all she used to have when she lived in Ireland. They were THE O'Shea's, they had privilege, class, money... Now, they had pretty much nothing... But, it wasn't so bad, at least she had Aiden and Jackson. Pallet looked back at Gemma and smiled. "What about you? Why'd you and your Ma and Da come here."
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Post by gemmahightower on Jun 23, 2009 15:59:20 GMT -5
Gemma winced sympathetically, nodding solemnly. "Me dad thought he could get even richer over 'n America, and my mum wanted a bit more adventure," she explained simply, shaking her head in fond frustration at the memory of her father's blind optimism. If only he could see her now, making her way on the streets of New York. "My dad always had a bit of a gamblin' weakness, and it got worse here. When we lost everythin', he took a swim off the Brooklyn Bridge. Not long after Mom got checked in ta the asylum.," she admitted to Pallet, feeling like they had some kind of understanding of each other through their similar stories.
Gemma clapped her hands together, eager to break the depressing mood. She always perferred to think about lighter things. "So, on ta' happier subjects, how's your little brother doin', Shamrock? Cute name, how'd he get that?" Again, Gem's curiosity was making her ask more questions than probably polite.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 23, 2009 18:09:42 GMT -5
"So, on ta' happier subjects, how's your little brother doin', Shamrock? Cute name, how'd he get that?"
Loving to talk about her little brother, Pallet smiled even bigger. "His real name's Aiden. He got his nickname because we're Oirish and he's probably the luckiest boyo you'll ever meet... So, everyone started calling him Shamrock, after the lucky four-leafed clover. For example, the other day, he met this lad who taught him how to shoot marbles... Well, Shamrock had never played before and had won almost all the marbles. He's a good kid, but also a 13 year old so he tends to get in trouble. Been takin' care of him since he was a babby, so tends to worry me a bit." Pallet snickered, "Byron, me fella, told me that oi've got to stop molly coddling him though or all the newsies would pick on him... What about you, any brothers or sisters?"
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Post by gemmahightower on Jun 23, 2009 20:03:19 GMT -5
"Byron, me fella, told me that oi've got to stop molly coddling him though or all the newsies would pick on him... What about you, any brothers or sisters?"
"Aw, but what're little brothers for but to coddle and embarrass 'em?" Gemma joked. "And me, nah, I wasn't lucky enough to have any siblings. I should spend a little time with Aiden, maybe his luck'll wear off on me, and a lil' brother will appear outta thin air," she laughed with a wry grin. "Or better yet, a man. Speakin' a'which, what's the story on 'Lord Byron'?" she asked curiously. "You'll hafta excuse me, it's been a while since I've had the chance ta' talk fellas with another goil." She chuckled again and winked playfully.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 24, 2009 13:32:15 GMT -5
"Or better yet, a man. Speakin' a'which, what's the story on 'Lord Byron'?" she asked curiously. "You'll hafta excuse me, it's been a while since I've had the chance ta' talk fellas with another goil."
Pallet eyes lit up, and she smiled looking out at the pond, "Well, after me ma died, me Da had to hire on some help. Along comes Jackson, which is his real name, and his da from England. They ended up becoming like part of our family. He helped me to take care of Aiden and to take care of our Da's. Then the thing with our Da's dying happened and we came here. Jackson got a job as a newsie and took me brother along while Oi worked as a laundress, until Oi joined them as Newsies. He was me best mate, and took care of me and Aiden; finding us places to stay, making sure we ate, that kinda stuff. Then he got us a place in the Bronx."
She looked at Gemma, "We actually just recently admitted to having feelings for each other as more then mates. He's a bob, Oi mean he's handsome, and tall, and sweet, and just your typical great English gentleman. He also writes poetry, which is where his name comes from. He's great."
Pallet picked up a tiny stone and threw it in the water. "It is nice to talk to another girl. Jackson and Aiden are pretty much the only people Oi really talk to. We just moved into the Bronx just a bit ago so Oi'm still making friends."
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Post by gemmahightower on Jun 24, 2009 22:44:40 GMT -5
Gemma propped her head on her hands and watched the ripples created by the stone slowly spread outward, a slightly dreamy expression on her face. "I know the type, yah don't find too many a' them 'round here, do ya?" she laughed. "He wouldn't happen ta' have a brother, would he?"
"It is nice to talk to another girl. Jackson and Aiden are pretty much the only people Oi really talk to. We just moved into the Bronx just a bit ago so Oi'm still making friends."
"I feel you're pain. I'm new tah Brooklyn myself, so I don't have much of anyone to talk to," Gemma shrugged and gave Pallet a lopsided smile. "People hafta warm up ta' me eventually, right?"
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 26, 2009 9:23:28 GMT -5
"He wouldn't happen ta' have a brother, would he?"
Pallet chuckled, "No, sorry. Unfortunately, he was an only child."
"People hafta warm up ta' me eventually, right?"
Pallet smiled back, "Oh yeah. Oi'm sure you'll make lots of mates... If not, you'll have me, at least." The smile slowly faded off Pallet's face, "It's just with all these kidnappings everyone's being very careful... Jackson won't let me go anywhere out of the Bronx on my own, and anywhere in the Bronx, he feels he has to escort me..."
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Post by gemmahightower on Jun 28, 2009 0:29:57 GMT -5
"Oh yeah. Oi'm sure you'll make lots of mates... If not, you'll have me, at least."
Gemma's eyes twinkled a little. "You're gonna make a lotta friends too, a'course! But I hope I'm at the top a' your list, 'cause I have a feelin' we're are gonna make a great team when tha' time comes."
"It's just with all these kidnappings everyone's being very careful... Jackson won't let me go anywhere out of the Bronx on my own, and anywhere in the Bronx, he feels he has to escort me..."
Gemma's smile dropped, and she bit her lip in thought. At least Pallet had someone to protect her, if it need be. She gave the other girl a sad smile and patted her back. "He's jus' worried about you. Be glad he feels so protective over yah. I'm sure Spot, Dodger, an' the rest of 'em will get ta the bottom of it soon."
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