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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Mar 6, 2017 14:11:35 GMT -5
"Bhí mo thuismitheoirí Éireannacha, agus rugadh mo dheartháireacha ann freisin." Jasper explained happily.
Three Left was happy. a fellow irishmen, and he wanted to be friends with him. he felt something he hadn't felt, since that fatefull winter morning at the loadingdock.
"mo thuismitheoirí freisin, bhí mé a rugadh ar an long inimirceach, tá long hÉireann go teicniúil irish ithir." (my parents too, i was born on the immigrant ship, a irish ship is technically irish soil.) he said, a slight tone of sadness in his voice.
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Post by Jasper on Mar 6, 2017 14:33:56 GMT -5
"Mo thuismitheoirí freisin, bhí mé a rugadh ar an long inimirceach, tá long hÉireann go teicniúil irish ithir."
Jasper nodded some, listening carefully. Three Left spoke the Irish tongue very well so he needed to pay attention. It had been awhile since Thunder last schooled him on their native tongue. "Rugadh mé i Brooklyn, ach tá mé fós in Éirinn (I was born in Brooklyn, but I am still Irish)," he said proudly.
His eyes brightened some. "Rugadh mo chol ceathrair Darcy anseo freisin, ach tá sí an-Éireannach. Labhraíonn Gaeilge níos fearr ná Thunder agus Spota (My cousin Darcy was born here too, but she is very Irish. Speaks Irish better than Thunder and Spot)." He lowered his eyes a bit sadly and added, "Mama Dúirt Labhraíonn sí níos fearr ná dhúchas (Mama said she speaks better than a native)."
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Mar 8, 2017 18:57:07 GMT -5
"Rugadh mé i Brooklyn, ach tá mé fós in Éirinn."
"tá tú buachaill Gaeilge fíor ná lig duine ar bith a insint duit éagsúil" (you are a true irish lad don't let anyone tell you different)
"Spota."
"is mr Conlon your brother?" Three Left asked, switching back to english. his face was cold as ice but his eyes laughed, he was really having fun.
"go hide my friend, i still want to find you." he said covering his eyes again
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Post by Jasper on Mar 9, 2017 23:02:56 GMT -5
"Tá tú buachaill Gaeilge fíor ná lig duine ar bith a insint duit éagsúil."
Jasper grinned and nodded in agreement.
"Is Mr. Conlon your brother?"
He cocked his head in confusion. "Mr. Conlon?" He frowned a little, wondering what Three Left meant by 'Mr. Conlon.' "Spot, the leader of Brooklyn is my brother?" He stated in more of a question form, unsure if that was the answer his friend was looking for or not.
"Go hide my friend. I still want to find you."
Jasper grinned, remembering their game. "Okay! Start countin' and I'm off!"
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Mar 11, 2017 17:08:06 GMT -5
"Mr. Conlon?" "Spot, the leader of Brooklyn is my brother?" was that a question or a statement. Three Left didn't know.
"Yes," he said. noticing the confusion on his friends face, he explained. "my parents raised me very strict and being polite was a major part of that."
"Okay! Start countin' and I'm off!"
Three Left covered his eyes and started counting. sheepshead was huge, so it wouldn't be easy to find him. but it sure would be fun.
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Distracted
Mar 12, 2017 18:00:41 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Jasper on Mar 12, 2017 18:00:41 GMT -5
"Yes, my parents raised me very strict and being polite was a major part of that."
Jasper cocked his head. "Oh... I thought you just called adults Mister and Miss. Spot isn't that old yet."
He shrugged. He supposed he might have been raised differently. He had been taught to be polite and respectful of course, just not to the extent of Three Left. Older newsies were called by their names or by whatever they asked to be called.
Jasper grinned as his friend turned around and began hiding. He hurried off as fast as he could go in search of the perfect hiding place.
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Mar 13, 2017 8:49:48 GMT -5
"Spot isn't that old yet." Jasper said.
"true, but he is a leader which makes him a authority figure"
Three Left said as his friend huried away.
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Distracted
Mar 18, 2017 13:53:28 GMT -5
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Post by Jasper on Mar 18, 2017 13:53:28 GMT -5
"True, but he is a leader which makes him a authority figure."
Jasper merely shrugged. He supposed that made sense. It was just a little odd for him. He had never heard anyone call Spot "Mister Spot" Before he met Three Left. He couldn't recall if he ever heard anyone call Biscuit or Jack Kelly "Mister" either. Three Left must really take respecting authority seriously. And, it was just odd hearing someone call his brother "Mister."
He hurried off down a hallway of sorts. He could hear the sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer. He just hoped he wasn't too close! Unsure, he slipped into a small looking hallway. It was dark and a little scary but it would be better than being run over by horses!
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Mar 23, 2017 7:49:57 GMT -5
if he remembered correctly that hallway overthere led directly to the vault.
he wasn't supposed to know that, and when his father found out that he did, he wasn't able to sit for a week. he put his hands on his buttocks at the memory. his dads belt he definitely didnt miss. he would go look there once he had build enough courage to do so.
for now he walked to a stack of haybails, thats where he would hide.
"found you." he said to a very startled bunny rabbit that bolted passed him before he knew what had happened.
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Post by Jasper on Apr 2, 2017 13:28:04 GMT -5
Jasper panted softly as things seemed to quiet down. He could see bits of sunlight from the entrance of the strange little hallway (not that it was really much of a hallway...). Shadows quickly passed by him. He guessed that they were the horses racing past. He had either picked a really good hiding spot or a really bad one. He was beginning to think the latter. He was going to be stuck here until the races were over and that probably wouldn't be for some time. Worst thing was, he seemed to be literally stuck. This was no hallway. It was a mere wedge between the wall of the actual racetrack and the stadium part. Thunder would not be pleased.
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Apr 3, 2017 10:47:05 GMT -5
the second to last race had just started, and Three Left had been searching for hours. or did it just feel that way? time was so tricky.
"Jasper cá bhfuil tú?" (Jasper where are you?) he called out. miss Sand wouldn't be happy with him for returning late and niether would Chief, but he would not loose another friend, he wouldn't survive that. not again. he did a quick prayer: "heavenly father please let me find him."
"JASPER! IF YOU NEED HELP SAY SOMETHING!" he yelled, trying to get over the sound of the races but most likely failing.
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Post by Jasper on Apr 6, 2017 11:09:21 GMT -5
"JASPER! IF YOU NEED HELP SAY SOMETHING!"
Jasper sat up as best as he could in the cramped space he was in. He thought he heard Three Left, but it was hard to say over all the noise. People were yelling and screaming, cheering on their jockeys, while horses thundered down the racetrack. But still... he should at least try calling for his friend.
He cleared his throat. "Three Left!!!" That wasn't very loud. He needed to be louder if he wanted to be heard. "THREE LEFT?!"
He just hoped his friend could hear him over the ruckus. Otherwise... he would be stuck here until the races were completely over.
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Apr 6, 2017 12:08:34 GMT -5
"THREE LEFT?!"
Three Left spun around that came from the direction of the race track. great, with all the noise he wouln't hear him. that meant he had to trust his eyes over his ears. Scout had good eyes he would have found him in a instant. it was getting late and although days were getting warmer nights where still below freezing. he would search all night if he had to. he wouldn't abandon him. he searched all nooks and cranes he could find.
"Jasper!" he yelled out.
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Post by Jasper on Apr 8, 2017 20:41:54 GMT -5
"Jasper!"
He was sure that this time he had heard his friend's voice.
"Three Left!" he called again, squirming some in attempt to get unstuck. "Three-Left!"
Maybe if he kept yelling, his friend would have an easier time finding him, because he certainly was not budging an inch.
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Apr 9, 2017 17:03:42 GMT -5
"Three-Left!" he heard Jasper call for him. that was behind him to his left.
he spun around, and went left where he should have gone right.
the image of Frank flashed before his eyes. "Frank!" he shouted.
"i wont lose you again. Frank!" he was going to get in so much trouble with miss Sand.
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Post by Jasper on Apr 22, 2017 10:21:20 GMT -5
"Frank!"
Jasper cocked his head a little. Frank? Had he heard wrong? He had thought for sure he had heard someone call out his name. Well, even if he had heard wrong, he still needed to get someone's attention.
"Help!" he called out, wincing some since he wasn't able to move much. "Someone please help!"
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Apr 22, 2017 14:58:32 GMT -5
"Someone please help!"
that was about 10 meters away.
reaching his friend he tried to grab him, but with only 3 fingers he couldn't get a strong enough grip, "come on Frankie, work with me." he tried his other hand but couldn't reach him. "sorry Scout, i cant reach you."
supper time was aproaching, would someone notice his absence? it didn't matter that much, their situation was bleak but he wouldn't leave without Jasper. he sat down next to his friend.
"i guess this is the end, unless someone is looking for you, its just waiting for the Dullahan now." he said looking over at Jasper "it would be nice to see Frank again, and my parents."
(it makes sense, (atleast to me it does.) that thunder is still out there looking for his baby brother, he doesnt want to face spot otherwise. spot wil have his head on a spear infront of the lodge.)
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Post by Jasper on Jun 1, 2017 18:41:37 GMT -5
"Come on, Frankie, work with me."
Jasper sighed out in relief as he could make out Three Left's voice. "I'm here!" He called out, wiggling some, hoping to get closer to his friend. "Right here!"
"Sorry, Scout, I can't reach you."
He frowned. That wasn't good... He tried to scoot closer, but it was really no use. He was still stuck. They needed help from someone else.
"I guess this is the end, unless someone is looking for you."
Jasper straightened. If someone was looking for you... "That's it!" He exclaimed. "Three Left, you're a genius!" A grin spread across his face. "Thunder is probably looking for me! He can help us."
Why hadn't he thought of that before? If Three Left could find Thunder, the two of them could probably help get him unstuck from this horrible place.
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Post by Thunder on Jun 1, 2017 18:48:16 GMT -5
A race had just finished, and well, Thunder knew he should probably head home with Jasper. He grinned and laughed along with his old friends as they made their way to collect money. Thunder had thrown in a couple of bets and gotten lucky. Spot wouldn't be too pleased... but hey, it was just for fun and on special occasions. His grin, however, faded as he glanced around. He didn't see Jasper around.
"Jasper?" He excused himself from his friends, frantically looking for his little brother. "Jasper!"
His heartbeat quickened. Where in the world was he?! The poor kid could get hurt. He should have kept a better eye on him... The racetrack was no place for a kid. Thunder had to push back his regrets as he continued his search. How long had Jasper been missing for? He didn't know... He just hoped he could find his little brother. For the next ten minutes he had searched all the stands for Jasper but there was no sign of him. It seemed like he might have to try looking around the stables...
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Jun 2, 2017 10:04:38 GMT -5
"That's it! Three Left, you're a genius!" Jasper said. a grin spreading across his face.
Three Left smiled. it felt good to be praised.
"Thunder is probably looking for me! He can help us."
"and what does Thunder look like" Three Left asked. he really didn't want to leave his friend, but knew he had to do something to save him.
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Post by Jasper on Jun 2, 2017 18:56:24 GMT -5
"And what does Thunder look like?"
Jasper scrunched up his face in thought. He had never really thought about describing what his brother looked like before. "Ummm... he looks kinda like Spot except taller and older."
Was there anything else?
"I think he has curlier hair than Spot?"
He hoped that was enough for Three left to go on.
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Jun 3, 2017 5:04:36 GMT -5
"he looks kinda like Spot, except taller" Jasper said.
"taller then Mister Conlon. that's most of new york." Three Left said. "dont tell him i said that." he quickly added
"i'll just call out his name, i found you that way. now, dont you go anywhere." he said before scurrying away.
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Post by Jasper on Jun 3, 2017 13:50:40 GMT -5
"Taller then Mister Conlon. That's most of New York."
Jasper bit back a laugh. He couldn't deny that. Spot was... well, he was really short compared to all the boys his age.
"Don't tell him I said that."
"I won't!" he promised.
"I'll just call out his name, I found you that way. Now, don't you go anywhere."
Jasper nodded before remembering that Three Left couldn't really see him. "Okay, I'll be right here."
It wasn't as if he could go anywhere even if he had wanted to. He just needed to wait patiently for Three Left and his brother.
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Jun 3, 2017 14:53:53 GMT -5
"Okay, I'll be right here." Jasper said.
hearing his friends voice Three Left relaxed. Jasper didn't sound as panicky anymore.
after placing a horseshoe on the ground near the door, he took of running.
"mister Thunder!" he yelled, hoping to catch his attention, but instead tripping over his own feet, and going down hard.
while speed-cursing very loudly in irish, he got up and looked around. he didn't notice, or even feel the gash on the side of his hand. "mister Thunder!" he yelled again.
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Post by Thunder on Jun 3, 2017 19:39:00 GMT -5
Thunder was feeling rather frustrated. Jasper was no where to be found... Spot was so going to kill him. He was a terrible older brother. But just as he was about to lose all hope, he heard someone calling out his name.
"Mister Thunder!"
He turned around trying to see who called him. "Yes?"
"Mister Thunder!"
"Whoa there!" He called out as a young boy collided into him. His eyes widened some as he noticed the gash on Three Left's hand. "Careful now. Calm down..." He tugged at his pockets until he found an old handkerchief and wrapped it around Three Left's hand. "There... now you were lookin' for Thunder?" He smiled at the kid. "Well you're in luck. That's me."
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