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Post by Spot Conlon on Sept 4, 2009 18:21:47 GMT -5
Upstairs-- Here is where the boys of Brooklyn sleep, there are bunk beds and shelves scattered across the room, Spot's next door so don't be too loud, or else.
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Post by Emil on Sept 6, 2009 1:02:14 GMT -5
Emil could hear the chatter of the other kids in the rooms beneath him through the floorboards and whatever other minimal separation there was between the two stories. If he had cared to listen to what they were saying he could have probably made out their conversations but he had come up here for a reason. He just wanted to be alone in his own bed for once. Before the fire, he had thought it an intrusion just to have to share his room with Eszter, but now a two person room seemed like some kind of far away dream. But then again, just having a two person room was what had gotten him into this situation in the first place. Maybe if they had all slept in the same room, they would have all gotten out okay either that or they all would have died. Either way, it would have been easier. He probably could have stood it if Dorothya and Atilla had lived. Sure, it would have been more work taking care of them but at least then he could say that he was a good big brother. Maybe not a good son but at least a good big brother. He really should have been able to save them. There wasn't any fire by their rooms and if they had just gotten to clean air a little bit sooner they could have been okay. He was sure they could have. He'd told the firemen that he didn't go in because he didn't want to leave Eszter alone. He'd told his aunt that and his uncle too, he'd even told himself that but he knew it wasn't true. He'd just been too much of a coward to go back in. Even when he heard his mama screaming from her room and even though he'd seen that there was no fire near the little kids' room. He let out a shaky sigh and swung his feet off of his bed and onto the ground, sparing a quick glance at the photographs on the shelf by his bunk as he did so. He wasn't a good brother...Hell, he wasn't a good anything.
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Post by Eli Freeman on Sept 7, 2009 18:34:23 GMT -5
Eli poked his head around the door to the boy's dorms. He knew he shouldn't be in Brooklyn... His Mama would beat him if she found out and Goldie... Well, he thought as he entered the room completely,Goldie wasn't the Bronx leader anymore... Eli had his shoe shine box tucked under his arm.
He hadn't meant to come to Brooklyn, he had been running from some older shoe shine boys who wanted to 'wipe the boot polish off his face'. Next thing he knew, he was running into the Lodging House and up the stairs. And now, he saw a boy-maybe his age or older-sitting on a bed with a baby.
Eli shyly started to back out of the room when he tripped over a shoe causing him to sprawl on the floor, his shoe shine box clattering to the floor.
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Post by Emil on Sept 11, 2009 21:38:03 GMT -5
Emil's head snapped toward the entrance of the room as a loud crash resonated through the room, waking up Eszter who immediately burst into tears. He looked down at her with a forced smile and rocked her back and forth a bit before shooting a glare at the boy who had caused all of the commotion. "Look what you did, you moron!" he angrily hissed at the boy who, frankly looked as if he might soil himself.
Emil didn't have much of a chance to deal with the boy as Eszter was now screaming at the top of her lungs and he knew that spot wouldn't be too happy if he heard her. There had never been any clear rules put down in regards to babies but he had a feeling that it wouldn't be smiled upon. He rocked her back and forth and gently cooed at her "Nyugodt magad, Eszter, könnyek nélkül" with only the slightest note of panic in his voice. This was just great. It seemed as if the whole world was against him now.
(("Nyugodt magad, Eszter, könnyek nélkül" roughly translates into "calm down Eszter, no tears"))
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Post by Eli Freeman on Sept 11, 2009 21:48:29 GMT -5
Eli jumped violently at the boy's voice. "I-I'm sorry. Honest, I came up to hide out and I saw you were here so I was trying to back out and I tripped and fell, and I'm sorry." Eli said in a rush. He blinked and looked at the baby.
"I've never seen a baby before, when Nettie was born I was already up here in the North..." Eli said, awed by the miracle that was a baby.
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Post by Emil on Sept 11, 2009 23:14:24 GMT -5
Emil shot another angry look at the boy as he tried clumsily to explain and , though his glare softened slightly when the boy went on to express wonderment over Eszter but he was still angry enough to come back with plenty of malice "Well, it's a good thing you haven't been around a baby, you're obviously lousy at. But look at it this way." his glare transformed into a preditory smirk as the small amount of compassion he had briefly entertained for the boy was overcome by his rising panic as Eszter's screams got louder. "you should be proud, only a world class idiot can't even walk out of a room without fouling everything up. Sao at least you're good at something" he finished , averting his attention back to Eszter, whose screaming only slightly subsided as held her closer to his body and began humming her a (rather butchered) lullabye that he had heard his mother sing to her and the little kids in the past.
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Post by Eli Freeman on Sept 12, 2009 16:55:59 GMT -5
Eli bit his lip. "I-I'm sorry. I am clumsy... aren't I?"
Eli shook his head at his foolishness, he didn't mean to make the boy made. No wonder he had never been allowed in Brooklyn before, even the kids would beat you up, physically or mentally or emotionally.
He looked at the baby. "Um...Goldie taught me this one song... Maybe she'll like that one?"
Without waiting for a reply, Eli began to sing his cousin's favorite song.
If you'll listen, I'll sing you a sweet little song,
Of a flower that's now drooped and dead,
Yet dearer to me, yes, than all of its mates,
Tho' each holds aloft its proud head.
'Twas given to me by a girl that I know,
Since we've met, faith, I've known no repose,
She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star,
And I call her my wild Irish Rose.
Though he couldn't quite sing, and his voice wavered, he hoped he got the message across to the baby to be quiet. It seemed the more the baby screamed, the angrier the other boy got.
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Post by Emil on Sept 17, 2009 20:56:45 GMT -5
Emil's expression softened only slightly as Eszter's cries began to ebb. She squirmed in her brother's arm's turning to see whhere the sound was coming from. after a minute or so, she had completely stopped crying and was staring expressionlessly at Eli. Emil, on the other had was far from expressionless as he placed a more willing Eszter on his hip and scowled deeply at the boy. Any hint of relief thhat had been visible in his expression only moments before had been replaced by a look of deep resentment. He didn't understand why some starange boy who didn't even sing very well was able just stroll in and calm his sister down when he had tried the same thing moments before , in her mother tongue, nonetheless, and it had failed. Maybe she could already tell how bad of a brother he was. He felt a pang of fear go through his body as he thought of it. Maybe she would hate him. Maybe she already hated him.
Banishing the thoughts from his mind temporarily, shifted a still crurious Eszter upwards on his hip and began to walk for the door. He bumped roughly up against the boy as he passed him. "Move it, kid, believe it or not some people got places to be." he snapped, making a point not to mention what had just happened.
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Post by Eli Freeman on Sept 18, 2009 15:44:10 GMT -5
Eli smiled and nodded at the baby. She seemed to like Goldie's song. Then, the boy bumped into Eli, causing him to fall over a little. He didn't understand...why was the boy so mad at him? Eli bit his lip and tried not to cry-when he had fallen he had scraped his hand and now it hurt. "I-I understand. If you got to be somewhere, you got to be somewhere." Eli murmured, scooting slightly so the boy could pass quickly. Then he remembered why he had come here. "Anyway, I have to go to work now. I have to go shine shoes. So you see, I got somewhere to be too." Eli nodded, trying to sound big, older, and stronger-and defitnitely like he wasn't going to cry.
He scooped up his shoe shine box and stood, facing the boy as much as he could, his bottom lip protruding slightly. "So you see, you're wasting my time." he grumbled.
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Post by Emil on Oct 16, 2009 17:16:13 GMT -5
Emil gave a derisive snort. "Yeah, I'm sure you're real busy" he chuckled sarcastically. "If you wait any longer folks might start goin' barefoot an' you'll be outta a job." he looked away from the younger boy, who was near tears, and glanced at the window. His heart skipped a beat as he realized what time it was. He had to get to his aunt's house right away. He cluched Eszter a more tightly, turned, and rushed out of the room without a word. His mind raced as he raced down the stairs trying his hardest not to upset Eszter as he went. He felt a little bit relieved to notice that she seemed to be enjoying the ride. She had no idea what was at stake. If he didn't get her back in time, aunt Zorana might not let him take her during the day anymore. He might not even get to see her at all.
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