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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 28, 2009 19:30:34 GMT -5
"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."
Pallet felt relieved to finally have a friend, "Of course you're at the top; you're my first actual friend." She smiled at Gemma.
"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."
"Yeah, Oi still love him..." Pallet watched as Gemma's smile faded and she bit her lip. Gemma looked worried. "Don't worry, you live in Brooklyn. You've got Spot watching out for you... And now, you've got me too."
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Jun 28, 2009 19:41:20 GMT -5
Byron had been walking the streets for hours, trying to give Pallet her 'alone' time. He had decided that it had been long enough and was walking back to the pond where he had left her. When he spotted her still there, he felt relieved. Then, smiled when he noticed a girl sitting on the grass beside her. They looked like they were getting along quite well.
He walked up behind her, knelt down, and kissed her on the cheek before sitting down on her other side. " 'Ello love. Hope I'm not interrupting anything ladies." Byron looked over at the girl sitting beside Pallet, and smiled his most gentleman smile.
(hope it's alright, to add Byron into the conversation. Thought I'd give you another person to talk to and become friends with.)
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 28, 2009 20:15:18 GMT -5
" 'Ello love. Hope I'm not interrupting anything ladies."
Pallet was startled for a minute when he kissed her cheek because she hadn't heard him coming, but then smiled. "Oh, Hey Jackson." Pallet linked her fingers with his and then let go remembering Gemma and not wanting to make her uncomfortable. "Gemma, this is Jackson, or 'Lord Byron' or 'Byron' if you want to call him, heh." She gestured towards Byron, then did the same towards Gemma. "Jackson, this is Gemma, me new mate. She's kind of new around here too."
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Post by gemmahightower on Jun 29, 2009 12:46:23 GMT -5
((That's totally fine! I wanted Gemma to meet Byron anyway.  )) Gemma smiled at Byron, and stuck out her hand to him as Pallet introduced them. "Nice ta' meetcha, Byron. Yah can call me Gem, if ya' want." Looking at him, she could easily see why Pallet was with him, he was quite attractive, and seemed very gentlemanly. And a poet! What girl wouldn't fall for someone like that? But she was no man-stealer, and she doubted Byron had eyes for anyone else anyway. "We goils was just talkin' about yah, weren't we, Pallet?" she said, giving Pallet a playful smirk. |
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 30, 2009 11:32:02 GMT -5
"We goils was just talkin' about yah, weren't we, Pallet?" she said, giving Pallet a playful smirk.
Pallet chuckled, "Of course. What else would we be talkin' about?" Noticing Gem's ease at having Byron there, Pallet took Byron's hand. She watched as Byron slightly blushed. "Oi was just boasting about you." Pallet smiled at Byron and winked at Gem.
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Jun 30, 2009 11:39:40 GMT -5
"Nice ta' meetcha, Byron. Yah can call me Gem, if ya' want."
Byron shook Gem's hand, "The pleasure's all mine, Gem" He looked at Pallet when she answered Gem.
"Of course. What else would we be talkin' about?"
Byron blushed slightly. He had a feeling he had just walked into a conversation about him, by the way the two girls looked at him when he arrived. "Don't be wasting good conversation on talking about me."
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Post by gemmahightower on Jun 30, 2009 13:18:51 GMT -5
"Don't be wasting good conversation on talking about me."
Gemma winked back at Pallet, then chuckled at Byron's blush. "Aw, don't be modest. I hear you're quite the poet." She raised an eyebrow curiously. Back before her family had moved, she used to love reading any kind of writing, poetry included, though of course she didn't do too much of that anymore.
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Jul 1, 2009 16:43:25 GMT -5
"Aw, don't be modest. I hear you're quite the poet."
"Aw... I don't know about that. They're mostly just scratch I've jotted down." Byron shifted nervously and squeezed Pallet's hand. He always got nervous when people talked about him writing poetry.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jul 1, 2009 17:02:51 GMT -5
"Aw... I don't know about that. They're mostly just scratch I've jotted down."
Pallet gave Byron a look of disbelief. She couldn't believe he was being so modest. His poetry was amazing. Pallet playfully smacked his leg, "What are you talking about?! You're poetry is beautiful." She reached behind Byron and pulled his leather bound journal out of his back pocket. Byron reached to grab it back but Pallet turned her body towards Gem so he couldn't grab the journal back. She turned to one of her favorite pictures. Jotted down on the page was a poem entitled 'How Do You Say I Love You'.
How Do You Say I Love You?
How do you say I love you?
You say it with the way you look at me,
Your eyes full of hope and trust.
How do you say I love you?
You say I love you by the way you smile at me,
Your mouth full of joy and courage.
How do you say I love you?
You say it with the way you touch me.
A touch of care and compassion.
How do say I love you?
You say I love you by the way you listen,
Ready to understand and comfort.
How do you say I love you?
You say it with the words you speak,
You say, "I love you."
It was messily scribbled on the page but it was legible. She handed the book to Gem, "This one is beautiful. It's one of my favorites."
She looked towards Byron, who was holding his head in his hands in embarrassment. She linked her fingers with his and turned back towards Gem, watching her as she read the poem.
((Note to anyone reading: the poem on this page is property of this character's creator))
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Post by gemmahightower on Jul 1, 2009 18:31:57 GMT -5
Gemma read the poem intently, a smile slowly spreading across her face as she read it. She made a soft 'awww' noise as she finished, and chuckled as she handed it back to the humiliated looking Byron. "How can you be embarrassed? It's wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Have you ever thought of publishing any of your work in the newspaper? I think people would lvoe to see more of your work; I know I would."
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Jul 2, 2009 9:20:41 GMT -5
Byron took the journal back from Gem and stuck it back in his back pocket.
"Have you ever thought of publishing any of your work in the newspaper? I think people would lvoe to see more of your work; I know I would."
"Hmm... No, I've never really thought about that." Byron looked at Pallet, "I could earn us some more money, like with you and your paintings, love..." Then he looked back at Gemma, "Naw, I don't need any of the fellas knowin' I write poetry. They all read the papers they sell..." Byron shifted again, and began picking at the grass.
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Post by gemmahightower on Jul 2, 2009 17:36:16 GMT -5
"Naw, I don't need any of the fellas knowin' I write poetry. They all read the papers they sell..."
Gemma sighed, he was obviously a little shy about his work. "What about publishin' under a pen name? Nobody has tah know it's you, if you don't want them to." She elbowed Pallet, encouraging her to give a little support.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jul 5, 2009 19:00:18 GMT -5
"What about publishin' under a pen name? Nobody has tah know it's you, if you don't want them to."
Pallet took Gemma's elbow in her side as her que to chime in, "She has a point, Jackson. Your stuff is really good. You could make a little extra money off of them and no one would have to know they're yours... Nobody knows your middle name, so you could go by your middle name or even your father's name, or heck, even mine..." Then Pallet got quieter and more serious, "Jackson, we might finally make enough to move out of the Lodging House and find our own place..." She squeezed his hand gently as if that would help make her point.
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Jul 5, 2009 19:38:29 GMT -5
"Eh... I don't know, love." Byron looked at Pallet and half smiled at her, before staring out at the pond. Pallet was right; If he sold his poetry to the papers, he could make a little cash on the side like Pallet was doing with her paintings, then he could be on his way to helping Pallet get back to a life like the one she had in Ireland... "I'll have to think about that one, ladies..."
"So, Gemma..." Byron decided he wanted to change the subject, "From the slight hint of an accent I'm picking up underneath the New York one, I take it your from England too?"
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Post by gemmahightower on Jul 6, 2009 14:41:21 GMT -5
Gemma let the subject slide, it wasn't her place to tell him what to do with his work. When he made the comment about her accent, she sighed, but good-naturedly. "Ya got me. Born an' raised in Bath, England," she admitted, allowing her English accent to become a little more obvious at the end. "I decided it would be less trouble if I didn't sound like a foreigner, though most anyone who knows anything can see through it." She shrugged, then flashed them a smile. "I try!"
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