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Post by Irish on Sept 30, 2009 16:21:26 GMT -5
Irish grinned. "Oi think me soul mate's this little lass over in Jersey. Maggie's her name. Well, Oi think we have different definitions for soul mate. Me definition's is someone who will be the perfect spouse for you. Oi think you're sayin' that a soul mate is someone who you love no matter what." He sighed. "Oi love Poet, but she's not what Oi need in a wife. Oi need someone content with bein' alone and raisin' a family. She needs someone who will give her adventure. Sometimes, even though it hurts, Oi think that Oi should just let her be with Jack. It'll be better in the end..." He didn't sound convinced.
"Oi'm sorry. Grandparents are the best in the world. They can spoil you without you bein' spoilt. Oi know! You can meet me grandda, he would love you. He's got no teeth-he use to chew 'cause he was a miner-but you can understand him... Most of the time. He's real sweet for girls too. Oi swear, he likes me sisters more then me. He would love a sweet girl like you." Irish said excitedly. Grandda would really love Hope, whether she was Irish or not. "Me grandda is real prejudice. He likes Irish the best, but Oi think he'd make an exception for you." He grinned at her.
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Post by Hope Dawson on Sept 30, 2009 19:30:55 GMT -5
"Oi think me soul mate's this little lass over in Jersey. Maggie's her name. Well, Oi think we have different definitions for soul mate. Me definition's is someone who will be the perfect spouse for you. Oi think you're sayin' that a soul mate is someone who you love no matter what."
Hope nodded, "That's exactly what I mean as a soul mate, someone who you could end up marrying." She paused, and then corrected herself. "Well, the perfect person for you, who would travel to the ends of the Earth with you if you asked." She said, before laughing softly and shaking her head, "I'm not making much sense, am I?"
"Oi love Poet, but she's not what Oi need in a wife. Oi need someone content with bein' alone and raisin' a family. She needs someone who will give her adventure. Sometimes, even though it hurts, Oi think that Oi should just let her be with Jack. It'll be better in the end..."
She nodded as she listened to Irish, she glanced over at him, "Just do what your heart desires, everything will end up just fine." She smiled, "That's how I learned to live, and it helps so much."
"Oi'm sorry. Grandparents are the best in the world. They can spoil you without you bein' spoilt. Oi know! You can meet me grandda, he would love you. He's got no teeth-he use to chew 'cause he was a miner-but you can understand him... Most of the time. He's real sweet for girls too. Oi swear, he likes me sisters more then me. He would love a sweet girl like you. Me grandda is real prejudice. He likes Irish the best, but Oi think he'd make an exception for you."
She looked over at him and smiled, "Your grandda sounds like a lovely man, I'd love to meet him." She chuckled, "I would hope he'd make an exception for me."
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Post by Irish on Oct 1, 2009 20:11:25 GMT -5
Irish chuckled. "Oi'm sure he would. As long as you don't 'talk at yer dinner'." He quoted. "Me grandda hates it when Sean and Moira do that, they keep gettin' whacked in the shins with his cane." Irish chuckled. "Oi actually hope to marry Poet, but..." He shrugged. "You're nice to talk to. Real lady-like. That's refreshin'." He nodded.
(Sorry it's short)
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Post by Hope Dawson on Oct 1, 2009 20:41:30 GMT -5
"Oi'm sure he would. As long as you don't 'talk at yer dinner'. Me grandda hates it when Sean and Moira do that, they keep gettin' whacked in the shins with his cane."
Hope laughed, "Well, for the sake of my shins I won't do that." It would be nice to be surrounded by a family again.
"Oi actually hope to marry Poet, but... You're nice to talk to. Real lady-like. That's refreshin'."
She smiled, "Really? I hope for your sake she'll say yes, I'm sure she will. You're a real nice guy." Hope paused, before saying, "Thank you. You're nice to talk to too. You're a gentleman, which nowadays that's rare to fine."
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Post by Irish on Oct 2, 2009 21:11:47 GMT -5
Irish laughed. "Oi'm a gentlemen am Oi? Well, after you get whacked with the cane a couple of times, your learn to respect people, especially girls. A man will go through life awfully lonely if he doesn't respect the female gender." He said, blushing at the thought of saying 'sex' in front of a girl. He smiled. "Ah, Hope, Oi'm sure your shins thank you," He chuckled. "Ah, now that's a pretty scene, ain't it?" He said, pointing to the the river and how the city reflected off it. "One city on top of another." He smiled.
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Post by Hope Dawson on Oct 2, 2009 22:11:39 GMT -5
"Oi'm a gentlemen am Oi? Well, after you get whacked with the cane a couple of times, your learn to respect people, especially girls. A man will go through life awfully lonely if he doesn't respect the female gender."
Hope nodded and chuckled, "That is the truest statement I have ever heard." She said, "So many men don't respect women nowadays, some of the remarks boys, and even men, make toward me." She shook her head and threw her hands up in the hair, "Maybe I'm just old fashioned."
"Ah, now that's a pretty scene, ain't it? One city on top of another."
She looked over to where he pointed, and smiled at the sight. "Oh, its beautiful. One of my favorite things about this time of day is that sight." She said, looking back to Irish.
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Post by Irish on Oct 3, 2009 15:40:02 GMT -5
"Oi dunno. Maybe a lot of boys are just stupid." He chuckled. Irish sighed and ran a hand thriugh his hair. "Do you know anyone else around New York?" Irish asked suddenly. "See, it's getting dangerous for girls lately. Girls keep getting attacked, so far it's been Poet and Kitten. And yesterday, Asher was almost attacked. He got away though." Irish glanced at her. "If you ever need me, go to me apartment in Harlem or to the Lodging House. Hawkeye will help ye." Irish nodded, shoving his hands in his pocket.
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Post by Hope Dawson on Oct 3, 2009 16:07:08 GMT -5
"Do you know anyone else around New York?"
Hope thought for a little before answering him, "I know a few people, I rarely leave Harlem so the majority of the people I know are the Harlem newsies." She said, as she crossed her arms.
"See, it's getting dangerous for girls lately. Girls keep getting attacked, so far it's been Poet and Kitten. And yesterday, Asher was almost attacked. He got away though."
"Oh wow..." She said, trailing off. In all of her years in New York she had never had any trouble with getting attacked or anything. Sure, she got the occasional black eye, and a few scratches and scrapes for mouthing off at someone. But she never got attacked, or heard of anyone getting attacked. Getting soaked, yes, of course. Attacked for no reason? That was a first to her.
"If you ever need me, go to me apartment in Harlem or to the Lodging House. Hawkeye will help ye."
Hope nodded, "If anything happens to me, I'll do that." She said, hoping that nothing would happen to her, or to anyone else for that matter.
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Post by Irish on Oct 4, 2009 14:46:28 GMT -5
Irish nodded. "The guy who's doin' it, they call him Killer and it ain't hard to see where he gets the name from." He said grimly. "Street told me she heard a rumor that he came out to New York to escape a murder conviction." He shook his head.
"Good, Oi don't want nothin' happenin' to ye. Oi don't nothin' to happen to anybody." He sighed. "You'll definitely have to come to dinner one day, but no tea, me Grandda says 'We've been fightin' the English for eight hundred years, we ain't gonna be servin' their drinks in any house Oi live,'" Irish shook his head, smiling slightly. "Oi hope ye decide to come to dinner, or at least supper."
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Post by Hope Dawson on Oct 6, 2009 21:28:17 GMT -5
"The guy who's doin' it, they call him Killer and it ain't hard to see where he gets the name from. Street told me she heard a rumor that he came out to New York to escape a murder conviction."
Hope grimaced, "That's awful! I don't understand why people get joy from hurting, or even killing others." She shook her head slightly, wondering why he would just start attacking the newsies. "Why would he attack the newsies? Does anyone know him, is there a reason behind the attacks?" She asked.
"Good, Oi don't want nothin' happenin' to ye. Oi don't nothin' to happen to anybody."
"Me either." Hope said, agreeing with him.
"You'll definitely have to come to dinner one day, but no tea, me Grandda says 'We've been fightin' the English for eight hundred years, we ain't gonna be servin' their drinks in any house Oi live,' Oi hope ye decide to come to dinner, or at least supper."
She nodded eagerly, "I definitely will come to dinner. When do you think would be the best time for me to come over? I don't want to intrude or anything." She said.
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Post by Irish on Oct 8, 2009 16:00:17 GMT -5
"Oi don't understand either." Irish said. "Oi think Levi Akecheta knows him from somewhere, and there's a rumor that he's a relative of Poet. Oi think Levi told me that Killer stayed in his village for a bit. But he left when a young kid turned up missin'." Irish shook his head. "So far, his tally is two." Irish held up two fingers.
Irish thought. "Well, I work every weekday, a full day Saturday and then half a day Sunday. So, one o'clock Sunday would be good. Oi get home around twelve thirty and that gives me enough time to get ready without my familt around. They all go to a really strict church. They go around eight and don't leave until noon. Even then, me sisters and Sean have to go to bible school and me Grandda stays and prays for as he puts it, 'His grandson Liam's eternal soul'." Irish shook his head. "So, one o'clock Sunday." he ripped a piece of newspaper from hsi pocket and wrote his address on it. "Here's the apartment building and the apartment number." He said, handing the paper to her.
At that moment, a pretty teenage girl with bouncing, red curls, skidded to a halt in front of them. She threw her arms around Irish. "Liam!" She squealed.
"This is me sister Moira, and Moira, this is Hope Dawson, a friend of mine." Irish introduced them.
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Post by Hope Dawson on Oct 9, 2009 14:48:45 GMT -5
"Oi think Levi Akecheta knows him from somewhere, and there's a rumor that he's a relative of Poet. Oi think Levi told me that Killer stayed in his village for a bit. But he left when a young kid turned up missin'. So far, his tally is two."
Hope cringed, "Poet and Kitten?" She asked, when he said the tally of attacks. She shook her head slowly, she would have to keep an eye out for attackers now. Even her beloved Harlem wasn't safe anymore, she couldn't go out by herself at night, that's when the attackers and killers roamed.
"Well, I work every weekday, a full day Saturday and then half a day Sunday. So, one o'clock Sunday would be good. Oi get home around twelve thirty and that gives me enough time to get ready without my familt around. They all go to a really strict church. They go around eight and don't leave until noon. Even then, me sisters and Sean have to go to bible school and me Grandda stays and prays for as he puts it, 'His grandson Liam's eternal soul'. So, one o'clock Sunday. Here's the apartment building and the apartment number."
She took the piece of paper, and looked at it before putting it in her pocket. "That's good, Sunday's my only day off. My mother was a firm believer in keeping the Sabbath holy, so she never allowed any of us to work on Sunday. Even though my mother's dead, I still keep some of her rules." She said, smiling.
"Liam! This is me sister Moira, and Moira, this is Hope Dawson, a friend of mine."
When Moira came bouncing up to them, it startled Hope, only a little though. She got startled very easily, it was something she just learned to live with. Hope smiled, and extended her hand for Moira to shake. "Its nice to meet you, Moira." She said.
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Post by Irish on Oct 9, 2009 15:50:10 GMT -5
Irish looked at her. "That's his attacks. His tally for murders is two. Well, suspected murders, we can't prove nothin'." Irish sighed. "Oi wish Oi could put him away-or anyone could put him away."
Irish listened. He snorted when she finished. "Oi don't mean nothin' by it, it's just Oi wish me mam had that kind of belief system." He said quietly. "It's good that ye keep some morals. Alot of people don't have morals anymore."
Moira smiled widely and shook her hand. "Oit's so good to meet ye! Oi'm fourteen and Oi hope that when Oi'm older, Oi'm beautiful like ye!" Moira gushed. "Oi'm a factory goil so Oi'll never be pretty. Sean and Levi both told me that factory goils don't get pretty." Moira was about to continue but Irish clapped a hand over her mouth.
"She likes to talk alot." Irish said apolgectically.
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Post by Hope Dawson on Oct 10, 2009 22:14:07 GMT -5
"That's his attacks. His tally for murders is two. Well, suspected murders, we can't prove nothin'. Oi wish Oi could put him away-or anyone could put him away."
Hope shuddered at the word murder, just the very fact that someone was out there and could possibly be a killer sent chills down her spine. She nodded when he mentioned someone putting Killer away. "I agree, I just hope all the attacks stop soon."
"It's good that ye keep some morals. Alot of people don't have morals anymore."
"Its something that keeps me different." She said, looking over at him and smiling. "I think of it that I'm honoring my mother's memory by keeping some of her morals and rules." She said.
"Oit's so good to meet ye! Oi'm fourteen and Oi hope that when Oi'm older, Oi'm beautiful like ye!"
"Oh, thank you!" Hope said, beaming. "I'm sure you will be!" She said.
"Oi'm a factory goil so Oi'll never be pretty. Sean and Levi both told me that factory goils don't get pretty."
She looked over at Irish, "Did he really?" Hope shook her head, "Beauty doesn't know occupation. So that's not true at all." She said.
"She likes to talk alot."
Hope chuckled, "That's perfectly fine." She said.
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Post by Irish on Oct 14, 2009 16:30:45 GMT -5
Irish smiled, "Oi'm sure ye mother is proud of ye." He patted her shoulder comfortingly.
Moira nodded. "Sean is mean, but Levi's worse. Sean's sixteen, so he knows better, but Levi's only fifteen and he's horrible." She looked outraged and her curls stood on end. "Sean's a miner, so Oi don't know what he's talking about, and Levi's a common criminal." She sniffed.
"Alot of good people steal for their meals. And Sean's a miner because of Gemma." Irish looked at Hope. "See, Sean filled in for his Da one day in the mines and he saw this little canary and they let him take her home, turns out, the bird was pregnant and Sean raised her young. He kept one and named it Gemma and he takes Gemma into the mine with him. Oi'd hate to see what would happen if Sean lost Gemma..." He shook his head. "Poor bird's been looking peakish lately..." Moira nodded sadly.
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