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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Aug 19, 2009 10:44:34 GMT -5
Shamrock shrugged his shoulders and looked around nervously. "Oi dunno, Shortstack. But, Oi just have this feeling that whoever it was, wasn't someone we want to go looking for..."
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Post by shortstack on Aug 19, 2009 23:33:54 GMT -5
"Or not.... well whoever this person was he's gone now. I think you were just overreacting," Shortstack replied, slightly disappointed.
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Aug 20, 2009 22:01:27 GMT -5
Shamrock frowned, "Oi was not exaggerating. Oi saw something here." He walked back to the edge of the bank and sat down, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. Girls were so frustrating! He began to scowl at Shortstack and started to grumble.
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Post by shortstack on Aug 21, 2009 13:14:37 GMT -5
Shortstack followed behind Shamrock and stopped as he sat down, obviously uspet. "Okay okay. I believe you saw something. It's just that it probably wasn't dangerous."
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Aug 21, 2009 14:13:38 GMT -5
Shamrock looked up at Shortstack and scowled. "Believe what you want... Part of being lucky, Oi'm able to sense when Oi'm in a bad situation and get out. It just didn't feel right when Oi saw something. And, with all them kids and girls turning up missing, Oi'd rather not take the chance of becoming one as well. Oi'm all the family me sister's got left. It'd kill her if she lost me as well..."
Realizing he'd been a little harsh, and that Shortstack only was telling him what she thought, Shamrock softened his scowl and dropped his gaze to the ground, "Sorry."
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Post by shortstack on Aug 21, 2009 21:57:48 GMT -5
Shortstack looked at Shamrock with remorse. "No I'm sorry. I guess I don't know what it's like to really mean something to someone. You must care a lot about you sister." She took off her cap and sat back down on the rock.
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Aug 21, 2009 22:29:25 GMT -5
Shamrock's scowl faded away and was replaced with a smile. "Oi do. She's practically raised me, me whole life. Ya see, when me ma had me, she became very weak so me sistah, who was nine at the time, helped me ma take care of me. Then, when Oi was four she died a week after having me baby brutha Liam, who soon followed her. So, me sistah was left to raise me, with very little help from me da. Then, when me da was murdered she and her boyfriend brought us here. They've been the only family Oi remembah. Oi was too little to remembah me ma and da back in Ireland..." Shamrock picked up a rock and tossed it into the river. Then, he breathed in deeply trying to hold back any tears that might want to escape. He couldn't cry in front of a girl; he had to save face.
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Post by shortstack on Aug 22, 2009 18:58:25 GMT -5
Shortstack's face hardened. "I'm sorry." She wanted to say more, that she sort of knew how he felt, but no words would come to her. She looked down to the ground for inspiration, but the only thing she could do was repeat herself in a whisper. "I'm sorry."
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Aug 22, 2009 20:04:14 GMT -5
Shamrock gave Shortstack a forced smile and took one of her hands in his. "S'ok." He thought he had seen on her face something close to understanding, like she had been through something similar, but he decided not to push the subject. "Oi'm happy, now. Oi have a family, a job, friends, Oi eat..." Realizing he had been holding her hand longer than he intended, he quickly released it like it had burnt him. Then he took a palm-sized painted canvas out of his pocket, and stared at it. Then, Shamrock gave her a wistful smile and handed her the painting. It was a hand painted portrait of a man and woman, gazing affectionately at each other. The man had dark shaggy hair much like Shamrock and the woman had beautiful, long, red hair. "Me sister painted that. It's our parents, Declan and Keira O'Shea..." Then, he held up the ring he wore on a leather cord around his neck, "And this was me da's. It's the O'Shea family crest. Me sister has a locket that belonged to me mum, it has the same crest." On the ring was a shield separated diagonally by a squiggly line, on each side of the line was a Fleur-de-lis, above the shield was a helmet, and flowing from the helmet down each side of the shield was some ivy. (For an example of the crest go to www.irishsurnames.com/coatsofarms/s/oshea.gif)(And for an example of what his parents look like go to www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2005/10/05/the_wedding_date_050926042755658_wideweb__300x500.jpg) |
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Post by shortstack on Aug 23, 2009 10:24:47 GMT -5
Shortstack smiled as she looked at the ring, but her eyes reverted back to the painting. She looked at the couple's eyes on each other, like they were the only two who existed in the world. She saw something else too: genuine happiness. She couldn't help but smile at them. She wondered if that's the way her parents had been before everything fell apart. Shortstack's smiled slowly faded to a look of sadness. Suddenly the painting was too painful to look at. She quickly looked away, staring at her shoes. "You got yourself a talented sister, bein' able to paint like that."
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Aug 24, 2009 11:32:40 GMT -5
Shamrock took the painting and put it back in his pocket. "Yeah, she's amazing." He picked up several stones, tossing them in the water one after the other. "She's been painting since she was really little."
After the handful of stones were gone, Shamrock picked up a stick and began to draw pictures in the dirt. "Do you have any siblings?"
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Post by shortstack on Aug 24, 2009 13:08:47 GMT -5
Shortstack continued to look down as she drew circles with her feet. "Nah, just me. My mudda died when I was born."
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Aug 25, 2009 10:40:31 GMT -5
Shamrock turned to look at Shortstack, "Oi'm sorry." She looked uncomfortable. Shamrock laid back on the grass, his hands behind his head, and stared up at the sky trying to think of a more cheerful topic to talk about. "Oi just love being outside... especially here. It's the one place Oi can go for a little peace... Oi love just looking at the clouds."
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Post by shortstack on Aug 25, 2009 21:58:46 GMT -5
Shortstack looked up and squinted toward the clouds, trying to find the peacfulness they brought Shamrock. Nothing. Shortstack envied the way he was able to look on the bright side of things. She never was. "Yeah," she said dryly, "clouds are nice. I just like getting away from it all. It's like I disappear when I'm here."
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Aug 26, 2009 12:17:49 GMT -5
Shamrock sat up and looked at Shortstack. She must have gone through a lot to not even be able to appreciate the simple beauty of the sky. He looked back up at the sky. The sun was getting low in the sky. It was later than he had expected being here. He had to get back to the Lodging house before Pallet and Byron got back.
Shamrock stood up and brushed the dirt off his pants, "It's getting late. Oi'd best head back to the Lodging House before me sister realizes that Oi'm gone." He extended his hand, offering to help her up.
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