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Post by Poet on Sept 13, 2009 0:17:31 GMT -5
Her eyes fell on the door between her and the Harlem leader, it had been awhile since the last time she had seen him. Poet ran a hand through her brown waves of hair before letting it fall naturally across her right eye. She bit her lower lip out of nervous habit before knocking on the door, she had got a tip from one of his younger lads that he was here. She looked down at her feet and waited for any type of response as she shoved her hands in her pockets playing with the change listening to the coins clink against each other. She tapped her foot against the floor and thought to herself, she never understood why she was so nervous whenever she faced Irish, all she knew was that he had a way of making her breath slip away from her lungs, and her heart skip every other beat.
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Post by Irish on Sept 13, 2009 0:25:35 GMT -5
Irish's head lay in his arms as he slept on his stomach. His eyes snapped open when he heard the knock. Who could it be? He had specifically asked the boys to stay away as he caught up on sleep. He had been out late, trying to sell every last paper out of one hundred and fifty. He had been forced to push large amounts lately, to make up for his mother's spending.
Irish could no longer put off answering the door. He stood up and pull a shirt on. Rubbing his eyes, he answered the door, only to swear loudly. "Jesus, Poet! You scared me half to death," Then he regained his composure. "So, what do you want?" he hoped he didn't sound rude. He definitely didn't want to sound rude. "Oi was just sleeping, you see."
He ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to stiffle a yawn.
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Post by Poet on Sept 13, 2009 0:32:15 GMT -5
Poet looked up when she heard the door open and she smiled at him, he looked so adorable when he was tired, wait, she shook her head at the thought. She tilted her head as she leaned against his doorframe getting about two inches away from his face she smirked,"well I'm sorreh fer wakin' ya....jus' figured I'd come by and see how you were doin haven't seen much of you lately...."she said as she quirked an eyebrow and then laughed softly at her attempt at it. She looked down before looking back up into those green eyes of his,"mind if I come in?"she asked.
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Post by Irish on Sept 13, 2009 0:52:56 GMT -5
"well I'm sorreh fer wakin' ya....jus' figured I'd come by and see how you were doin haven't seen much of you lately...."she said as she quirked an eyebrow and then laughed softly at her attempt at it. She looked down before looking back up into those green eyes of his,"mind if I come in?"she asked.
Irish grinned. "Oi've been workin', haven't Oi?" he muttered, standing to the side. "Sure, sure, come on in." He bowed slightly to her, waiting for her to pass him. He quickly buttoned the lower part of his shirt.
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Post by Poet on Sept 13, 2009 1:05:49 GMT -5
She stepped in at his permission and walked over toward his bed as she looked over her shoulder at him,"hmmm?"she asked softly sometimes it was hard for her to understand him, but she figured it out the second after she asked him. "Oh yeah....yer boys and goils treatin ya well?"she asked him as she sat down on his bed and looked at him as she pulled her knees to her chest and leaned her back against the wall the bed rested against. She looked him up and down for a moment in silence,"ya don't hafta do that ya know, I've seen ya without a shirt heck I've seen boys I don' wanna see wit there shirts off,"she said giggling lightly. She tilted her head as she rested it on her knees and smiled genuinely at him,"I almost forgot what ya looked like it's been so long,"she teased.
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Post by Irish on Sept 13, 2009 1:11:36 GMT -5
"Me lads and goils are treatin' me alright," Irish shrugged. "Oi haven't been active much, Oi've been wokin' so hard."
Irish looked up from his shirt-which he was still buttoning. "Oh, well, Oi do it fer chivalry. Me Ma and Da taught me right, Oi guess." Irish told her. "Well, you obviously remember where Oi stay sometimes. Oi'm kind of shocked you didn't show up at me apartment..." Irish shook his head as he sat on a chair by the bed. "Oi actually kind of forgot what you looked like... Did you grow?" He teased, "Or did your ego just bigger?"
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Post by Poet on Sept 13, 2009 1:20:47 GMT -5
She smiled as she twirled a strand of her hair around her finger and looked around the room,"Well ya know where I stay too, and I don' see you comin' ta see meh in Queens at the Lodging house hun,"she said as she met his eyes again. She stuck her tongue out at him playfully,"I've stayed da same, the same tough, smilin' girl you've always known,"she retorted as she smirked. She tilted her head to the other side and closed her eyes for a moment,"I haven't got much sleep dese days eida, but not fer da same reason as you,"she mummbled as she began rocking back and forth abit out of habit and boredom. She opened her eyes and looked down,"I wish ya would come around more often ya know,"she added softly not meeting his eyes at this point not wanting to see the look in her eyes, how she missed him.
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Post by Irish on Sept 13, 2009 1:31:05 GMT -5
,"Well ya know where I stay too, and I don' see you comin' ta see meh in Queens at the Lodging house hun,"she said as she met his eyes again. She stuck her tongue out at him playfully,"I've stayed da same, the same tough, smilin' girl you've always known,"she retorted as she smirked. She tilted her head to the other side and closed her eyes for a moment,"I haven't got much sleep dese days eida, but not fer da same reason as you,"she mummbled as she began rocking back and forth abit out of habit and boredom. She opened her eyes and looked down,"I wish ya would come around more often ya know,"she added softly not meeting his eyes at this point not wanting to see the look in her eyes, how she missed him.
"Sorry, Oi was afraid your watchdog might bite me leg or somethin'." He muttered, refering to Hunter. "You certainly have stayed the same, except for the fact that you got older. Oi think Oi spy a wrinkle on your forehead." he smirked, leaning back.
Irish leaned forward. "Now, why haven't you been getting any sleep? Don't tell me you were worried about little ole me!" He smiled, shaking his head. "Yeah, well Oi wish Oi was able to come around more. But me priorites have changed a little since Da died. Me Ma doesn't know how to keep the money I make, me, Moira, and Grandda are workin' our tails to the bone, Poet." Irish sighed then said softly. "Cronaím thú."
((Lesson for today: cronaím thú-means I miss you. For the purpose of this post, let's imagine it says I miss you too. Thanks ^^))
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Post by Poet on Sept 13, 2009 1:38:31 GMT -5
She dropped one hand and put it on the bed patting the empty spot beside her,"please....sit wit meh Irish...."she said softly, she had so much going through her head that nobody would understand and she couldn't make it apparent that she was worried. She had to hide behind a smile, a tough attitude and a smirk, she couldn't show anyone the fear behind her eyes or the hurt. She bit her lower lip and looked up at him finally wondering if it was apparent in her eyes that she needed someone to talk to, someone to care for awhile someone to maybe even hold her. She sighed,"jus' at least phase meh fer once Irish..."she whispered as she hugged her knees still rocking back and forth the pressure was getting to her,"I haven't slept cause of lotsa things..."she added.
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Post by Irish on Sept 13, 2009 1:46:20 GMT -5
Irish paused. It would be improper to sit with her, but she looked like she was about to cry. He didn't think I could handle Poet crying, he wouldn't know what to do. "Alright, alright. Get the puppy-dog look off your face." Irish said, sitting beside her. He placed his hand gently over her's.
"Now, come on, somethin' must be botherin' you. Maybe if you talk about you'll feel better." Irish suggested, not sure how to handle this. "Maireann croí éadrom i bhfad."
(Lesson Number Two: Maireann croí éadrom i bhfad means 'a light heart lives longest'.)
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Post by Poet on Sept 13, 2009 1:53:19 GMT -5
Poet looked down at his hand as he placed it over hers and she rested her head on her knees to where she was looking down into her lap. She absent mindedly intertwined her fingers with his and she took in a deep breath as she listened to him. "I'm lonely Irish.....I've always been alone, I could be surrounded by thousands of newsies and still feel alone, empty, lost...."she couldn't believe she was telling him this, she sounded pathetic, helpless like some sappy damsel in distress, this wasn't normal for her. She looked up at him and her eyes brimmed over with light tears she'd held in her true feelings about her emptiness for so long, she hadn't cried in years since she was probably 9 or 10 but now at 17 she was crying infront of one of the strongest guys she knew and she couldn't believe it.
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Post by Irish on Sept 13, 2009 2:02:28 GMT -5
Irish sighed. "No, you're not alone, Poet. There's your watchdog, Hunter, there's the other leaders and then there's me. Oi'm here for you. Not always physically, but still, Oi'm here." Irish said, tightening the grip on her hand.
Irish pulled his hand away and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in tight. "Now, now, don't cry." He murmured. "Nach caoin, nach caoin."
(Lesson Three: Nach caoin means 'don't cry')
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Post by Poet on Sept 13, 2009 2:09:30 GMT -5
She leaned into his comforting embrace when he pulled her in and she couldn't hold back any more, tears welled from her eyes and fell down her cheeks. She shifted and crawled into his lap burrying her face against his chest as she cried. Her arms wrapped around his waist and she hugged him as she cried,"I'm sorreh.....it's jus' so hard ta hafta be tough and strong all the time to hide yer own fears, yer own pain so yer followers don't give you a hard time ya know..."she muttered through her tears. She clung to him like a child but she didn't know what to do, she felt so bad for crying infront of him, but she was just so hurt on the inside and she knew she could trust him not to tell anybody else about this.
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Post by Irish on Sept 13, 2009 13:36:26 GMT -5
Irish was a little surprised when she wrapped her arms around him. He rubbed and patted her back and made shushing noises. "Oi understand, Poet, honestlly Oi do." Irish murmured. True, he only had about two sides to him but he knew how hard it was to be tough all the time, especially when there was a crisis.
"Now, now Poet. Come on, tell me everythin'. Maybe that'll make you feel better, ey?" Irish suggested, pulling back to look into her eyes, he wiped a few tears from her face.
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Post by Poet on Sept 13, 2009 21:42:02 GMT -5
She looked into his endless eyes and managed to slow her tears to a light sob,"I can' handle everything on meh own anymore I mean I can its jus' I need to be able to let everything out every once in awhile ta someone I trust and yer one of the few people I trust more than anyone else Irish....I'm jus' struggling wit Jack bein' gone....wit you neva comin' around any more....I'm empty.."she murmured through her light tears as she let her hair fall into her face again not caring, she was too broken at the moment.
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