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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Jul 16, 2009 18:42:42 GMT -5
Shamrock saw the girl nod in his direction. At first he wasn't sure whether she nodded at him, so he looked around. Seeing no one else around but him, Shamrock smiled and walked towards the girl.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
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Post by shortstack on Jul 18, 2009 15:23:16 GMT -5
Shortstack broke her gaze toward the water to glance at the boy. "I guess," she shrugged. She went back to looking into the distance. After an awkward pause she decided that getting to know at least one name would probably be beneficial at the moment. "Name's Shortstack. You?"
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Jul 22, 2009 22:07:04 GMT -5
"Name's Shortstack. You?"
Shamrock grinned and replied in his Irish accent, "Oi'm Shamrock. Shamrock O'Shea."
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Post by shortstack on Jul 23, 2009 10:54:45 GMT -5
Shortstack half laughed at his unexpected accent, then quickly stifled it. "So where you from, Shamrock?" she joked.
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Jul 25, 2009 15:16:03 GMT -5
"So where you from, Shamrock?"
Shamrock kicked a loose stone into the water, "Oi'm originally from Ireland. what about you?"
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Post by shortstack on Jul 26, 2009 16:36:46 GMT -5
Shortstack turned to stare pensively at the water sloshing about the shore. "Here and there."
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Jul 26, 2009 22:53:22 GMT -5
"Here and there."
Shamrock sat down on the bank and pick up another stone and skipped it across the water. "Which borough are you from?"
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Post by shortstack on Jul 27, 2009 20:23:00 GMT -5
"Manhattan." Shortstack smiled to herself thinking of her awkward encounter with the boys that morning. "How 'bout you?"
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Jul 28, 2009 18:23:53 GMT -5
"Oi'm from the Bronx. Live there with my sister and her fella." Shamrock stuck his hands in his pockets and started fiddling with his shooter marble in his left pocket.
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Post by shortstack on Jul 28, 2009 21:09:42 GMT -5
Shortstack gave an approving nod. "My mudda was from Ireland. It nice there?"
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Jul 29, 2009 14:02:15 GMT -5
Shamrock gave her a crooked smile, "Well, I was quite young when I lived there but from what I can remember and from my sisters paintings, it is BEAUTIFUL there. And, peaceful. My sister always talks to me about the life we had there and how great it was and how much we had... But, it's hard for me to remember much, the longer we live here." Shamrock's face grew solemn trying to remember his hometown.
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Post by shortstack on Jul 29, 2009 17:51:12 GMT -5
Shortstack returned her gaze toward Shamrock. "If life was so great there, what made you come to this side of paradise?"
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Jul 29, 2009 19:14:53 GMT -5
"If life was so great there, what made you come to this side of paradise?"
Shamrock started fiddling with the grass, pulling pieces out every now and then and tossing them into the water. "Well, from what my sister has told me, my parents passed away. First my ma got sick and died, then me baby brother a week or two later, and then like a year later, my pa was killed. We had no family that we knew of so, my sister and her fella brought us here to start a new life."
Shamrock stared out at the water and tried to remember what his parents looked like with no luck. He thought every once and a while he DID remember but then wasn't sure if it was really a memory or just 'memories' he made up of his parents using the pictures Pallet had shown him...
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Post by shortstack on Jul 29, 2009 19:23:19 GMT -5
Shortstack's face hardened at the thought of Shamrock's misfortune. "I'm sorry," she replied, staring at the rock she was kicking with her foot.
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Jul 29, 2009 21:22:31 GMT -5
Shamrock put a smile back on his face, "It's okay." He picked up a stick laying on the ground and began scratching shapes into the dirt at the very edge of the riverbank.
"So what do you like to do for fun around here?"
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