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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Sept 11, 2009 15:19:24 GMT -5
Shamrock chuckled, "Sounds like it." He popped the last piece of bagel into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, then washed it down with a sip of his water. "What's she wanna study for? Oi didn't think there was a whole lot girls could do?"
(Sorry it's so short. I didn't have a lot of time to reply.)
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Post by elifreeman on Sept 11, 2009 16:20:21 GMT -5
Shamrock chuckled, "Sounds like it." He popped the last piece of bagel into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, then washed it down with a sip of his water. "What's she wanna study for? Oi didn't think there was a whole lot girls could do?"
Eli nodded, agreeing with him. "I don't really know. I think she wants to be a teacher or something... I don't think Goldie should be in charge of anyone's kids..." Eli shook his head. "I understand where she's coming from though. I don't want to be a shoe-shiner forever and I don't want to work in a factory either..."
(It's okay, I understand perfectly)
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Sept 12, 2009 22:12:46 GMT -5
Shamrock leaned forward, placing his elbows on he table, and his face in his hands, "What do you wanna be when you grow up?" He scowled, "Someday I'm gonna go back to Ireland and take me family's land back from the Hoor's Melt who killed me da and Mr. Hastings. (he pounded his fist into his hand) Then, Oi'm gonna run the place just like me da did."
(Irish lesson for today: Hoor's melt- offspring of a hoor, a bit like "son of a bitch")
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Post by elifreeman on Sept 12, 2009 22:19:43 GMT -5
Shamrock leaned forward, placing his elbows on he table, and his face in his hands, "What do you wanna be when you grow up?" He scowled, "Someday I'm gonna go back to Ireland and take me family's land back from the Hoor's Melt who killed me da and Mr. Hastings. (he pounded his fist into his hand) Then, Oi'm gonna run the place just like me da did."
"I don't know. There aren't many oppurtunites, like my dad says. I guess I want to be a gardner or something. Running a flower shop would be great. Oh, I like flowers." Eli said shyly, embarrassed. Boys at school always made fun of him for liking flowers more then sports. Sports were just too...rough. "Oh, that's kind of... violent-sounding." Eli chuckled.
"What did your family have on its land? A farm or something?" To Eli, if anyone had land it was a farm, it was all he knew to do with land.
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Sept 13, 2009 22:54:36 GMT -5
Shamrock relaxed a little. He didn't want to scare Eli away with the anger he had towards the man who took everything away from his family. He just couldn't help it.
He took another sip of his water and took a deep breath, calming himself down.
"What did your family have on its land? A farm or something?"
Shamrock leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on a chair that was next to him. "Horses. Me da bred and raise Irish horses. And we owned a lot of land that we rented out to families who couldn't afford much..."
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Post by elifreeman on Sept 14, 2009 18:51:07 GMT -5
Shamrock leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on a chair that was next to him. "Horses. Me da bred and raise Irish horses. And we owned a lot of land that we rented out to families who couldn't afford much..."
"Horses? That's interesting. I haven't seen horses up close much, Mama never let me near them. She was afraid they would hurt me bad." Eli shrugged, passing him another piece of candy. "Oh. Mr. Walker did that for a few years after the war, then Papa bought his piece of land, so did Uncle Lawson. Our farms were right next to each other. Papa inherited more land when Grandpappy died... Then we sold it and moved North, so that we could have more opportunites, at least, that's what Papa says." Eli told him. "Irish horses, are those different from other horses? Are they green?" Eli asked curiously and completely seriously.
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Sept 16, 2009 12:07:55 GMT -5
Shamrock took the piece of candy Eli offered him and popped it into his mouth.
"Irish horses, are those different from other horses? Are they green?"
Shamrock laughed and shook his head, "No... They're just a different breed of horses. They supposed to be the best and you probably won't find many around here. Rich people love to buy them to breed with their own horses." He took another sip of water and placed the glass back onto the table.
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Post by elifreeman on Sept 16, 2009 16:13:30 GMT -5
Shamrock laughed and shook his head, "No... They're just a different breed of horses. They supposed to be the best and you probably won't find many around here. Rich people love to buy them to breed with their own horses." He took another sip of water and placed the glass back onto the table.
Eli laughed. "I'm not very smart, am I?" He chuckled again. "I don't much about rich people, they always seem to do weird things... Like buy ten dresses when one would do..." he informed him. "I know because one girl at school said how her Mama's employer has fifteen dresses from Paris alone." Eli shook his head, amazed anyone could buy that much stuff.
Eli chewed on his candy, he loved it. "Hmm, I think this flavor is a mixed one. It doesn't taste like just one flavor."
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Sept 22, 2009 18:59:49 GMT -5
"I know because one girl at school said how her Mama's employer has fifteen dresses from Paris alone."
Shamrock chuckled, "Yeah... Who knows what they're thinking most of the time..." Shamrock downed the rest of his glass and sat up. "Well, Eli, I've got to be getting back home. How 'bout I walk ya home, or where ever you're heading...?"
Shamrock stood up and brushed the bagel crumbs off his shirt and pants. He set a coin on the table and set his hat back on his head.
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Post by elifreeman on Sept 23, 2009 15:06:50 GMT -5
Shamrock chuckled, "Yeah... Who knows what they're thinking most of the time..." Shamrock downed the rest of his glass and sat up. "Well, Eli, I've got to be getting back home. How 'bout I walk ya home, or where ever you're heading...?"
Eli smiled but shook his head. "Nah, it's okay. I have to walk a good bit, I don't wanna make you late. I have to almost go to Jersey." Eli said. He brushed the crumbs away and packed his haversack back up. "Thanks for the offer though. I appreciate it, really." He smiled and stood, gathered up his shoeshine box and looked at him, waiting for his response.
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Post by jennyk on Oct 31, 2009 20:48:06 GMT -5
New Day
The bell on the door tinkled when Jenny pushed it open. The enticing smells of the bakery filled her nose as she stepped in, closed the door behind her and surveyed the room. It was mostly empty except for a few patrons, who didn't even glance up as she walked by. It was warm and welcome in here, a lot better than outside; Mother Nature had the wind whipping and the air biting with cold, and the warmth from the bakery felt amazing. Jenny made her way towards the back, where she sat in a corner booth and folded her hand on the sticky table. She didn't have the money for a bun or a cookie; instead, she just wanted to enjoy the sweetness of the air and the warmth, mostly the warmth.
She rubbed her hands together and looked around the bakery. It was well-lit and the display counter was brimming with sweets and rolls and pastries. Her stomach rumbled softly at the sight of these, but she ignored it. She needed her money for newspapers, when she ever got around to going to the distribution office. She glanced at the battered cuckoo clock on the wall and noted that it was only noon; probably a lull in the selling times. She shoved her hands in her pockets and breathed in the scents again.
Jenny wondered what her parents were doing right now. Probably sending every police officer in the county out to look for her. She hoped that they weren't panicking too much, and left the searching to the police. Her brothers and sisters were probably missing her stories, but Shawn knew them all. He could tell them before bedtime now.
Inspiration suddenly struck her and she abruptly stood up. She went to the counter and asked for a sheet of waxed paper. Ignoring the strange look she received from the girl behind the counter, she took the paper and returned to her seat. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a nubby pencil. Licking the tip, she bent over the paper and began writing.
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Nov 7, 2009 22:44:50 GMT -5
Shamrock leaned over his plate shoving pieces of his warm bagel in his mouth, and taking sips of his water simultaneously. If Pallet saw him now she'd give him quite a talking to about table manners but he didn't care. It was a rare occasion that he was able to sit down and enjoy a delicious, warm bagel. Usually he was running so late to sell his papers that he'd just pop in Stan's, grab a bagel to go, and then wouldn't get to eat it till he was finished selling his papers. When the bagel had gone cold.
Hearing the tinkle of the bell above the door, Shamrock glanced up from his plate. It was Jenny. A smile slowly made its way to his face and he sat up straighter. He had never really talked to her much--just the casual hello, or how are you-- but he always admired her from afar. He wouldn't admit to having a crush on her because most of his friends still thought girls were gross or just saw them as 'one of the guys' but whenever she walked by he couldn't help but watch her. Pallet and Byron would tease him for it, when they caught him staring, saying that 'Little Aidan was growing up'.
Shamrock picked up his napkin and wiped off his face and brushed the crumbs off his shirt and pants. Then, he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest -- looked around to make sure no one he knew was around-- and sat back watching her write. Admiring how the sunlight outside gleamed through the window, causing her hair to appear more golden and making her look as if she were shining like an angel...
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Post by jennyk on Nov 10, 2009 22:04:37 GMT -5
Jenny paused in her writing and gazed at the page. She was already halfway down, and her hand was starting to ache from writing so quickly. She put the pencil down and massaged her knuckles with her other hand. She took this time to glance at the time and the people still hanging around the bakery.
She held back a gasp of surprise when she locked eyes with Shamrock, a newsie her age. It wasn't a bad gasp, more just flustered gasp. Quickly after she saw him, she looked away and blushed. She didn't know him too well - they had only seen each other in passing - but she couldn't help feel her heart flutter softly when she saw him.
Jenny gained a little confidence and met his gaze again. She lifted her hand in a tiny wave, and then quickly placed it back down on the table. She didn't pick up her pencil again, but instead read over the writing on the paper. She was also kind of hoping Shamrock would come and sit with her, or would invite her to sit with him - so they could talk and maybe get to know each other better.
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on Nov 17, 2009 21:29:58 GMT -5
Shamrock smiled to himself. She waved at him. He waited a few minutes-- watching her sit there reading something-- before he decided he would join her. He picked up his glass of water and walked over to her table, "Hello, Jenny. Mind if I join you?" he asked in his Irish accent.
((Sorry, so short. It'll be longer next time.))
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Post by jennyk on Dec 3, 2009 21:12:39 GMT -5
((sorry for such a long wait between posts!))
Hello, Jenny. Mind if I join you?
Jenny looked up at Shamrock and smiled. "Not at all," she replied, and gestured lamely to the seat opposite her. She suddenly felt awkward - she didn't quite know what to do with herself at the moment. She glanced up at him, waiting for him to take a seat.
((apologies for the short post.))
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