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Post by Rascal on Jul 25, 2016 2:40:41 GMT -5
Rascal sat on the docks, watching the sunrise and listening to the calls of the seagulls. He was always one of the first boys up and out, and he relished this brief moment of peace before the day's work began.
After a while, he took his pocket knife and a small block of wood out of his pocket and absentmindedly began to whittle away at it. Before long, the wood began to take the form of a small bird, rather like the sparrow that had just alighted on the rail in front of him.
So engrossed was he in his task, he didn't notice that he was no longer alone...
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Post by Darcy on Jul 25, 2016 8:38:34 GMT -5
It was a bit early to be up and about, but Darcy didn't really care. She never really was one to follow normal sleep schedules anyways. She technically shouldn't even be here. Spot would not be pleased one bit if he saw her, but she couldn't resist visiting the docks while she was temporarily staying in New York. A quick visit couldn't hurt!
Plus it was early. If Spot was anything like he was four years ago, she knew he wouldn't be at the docks this early. He would be busy keeping the boys in line at the lodge and getting them to the distribution center. He wouldn't be here, which was good for her. She did not want to see her cousin...
She strolled over the docks, enjoying the soft, gentle breeze when she almost bumped into someone.
"Wah! I'm so sorry!" she quickly apologized. She could be quite clumsy at times... "I did na see you there."
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Post by Rascal on Jul 25, 2016 10:05:01 GMT -5
"Wah! I'm so sorry! I did na see you there."
"That's quite all right," said Rascal as he looked up at the person who had nearly fallen over him. It was a rather pretty girl with brunette hair and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, and Rascal immediately felt the urge to run away and hide. However, he resisted it and instead stuck out his hand.
"My name's Rufus, but most people call me Rascal. What's yours?"
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Post by Darcy on Jul 25, 2016 10:16:13 GMT -5
That's quite all right."
Darcy gave him a friendly smile. "Ah well, I still do feel bad for trippin' o'er ya like tha. I've been told I am clumsy at times."
"My name's Rufus, but most people call me Rascal. What's yours?"
She pursed her lips slightly as she shook Rascal's hand. She knew better than to tell someone from Brooklyn that she was Darcy. There probably weren't very many newsies left that knew her, but it was better to play it safe. "I'm Eilleen, but I go by Trixie."
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Post by Rascal on Jul 25, 2016 10:32:50 GMT -5
"I'm Eilleen, but I go by Trixie."
Rascal frowned just a little at the expression that flitted across the girl's face, but he quickly disregarded it.
"Well, Trixie, it's a pleasure to meet you. Would you care to walk with me for a while? I have a few minutes before I have to get my papes."
He might have seemed confident on the outside, but on the inside, he was quivering like a leaf. He'd never been much good around girls. He hoped she wouldn't notice his shaking knees...
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Post by Darcy on Jul 25, 2016 10:37:15 GMT -5
"Well, Trixie, it's a pleasure to meet you. Would you care to walk with me for a while? I have a few minutes before I have to get my papes."
Darcy smiled and nodded. Though, her face paled ever so slightly at the mention of getting papers. She hoped he didn't expect her to follow him to the distribution center. She absolutely not go there. She'd run into Spot for sure that way.
"Pleasure ta meet ya too. I do na mind at all. I love a good walk," she said cheerfully.
It has been awhile since she had been able to enjoy a nice walk with someone other than herself.
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Post by Rascal on Jul 26, 2016 4:11:23 GMT -5
"Pleasure ta meet ya too. I do na mind at all. I love a good walk."
Rascal smiled, a feeling of relief washing over him. He hadn't blown this yet.
For a while, they walked in a somewhat awkward silence, until Rascal decided that enough was enough and spoke again.
"So where are you from? I'm pretty sure I ain't seen you round here before."
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Post by Darcy on Jul 26, 2016 8:30:52 GMT -5
"So where are you from? I'm pretty sure I ain't seen you round here before."
Darcy bit her lip slightly at his question. It was relieving yet nervewracking at the same time. He didn't recognize her which was good, but where was she supposed to say she was from? That was what was making her a little uneasy.
"Ah well, I'm from Ireland," she answered. Which was true. She was born right before her parents decided to move to America. "I travel a lot though," she added quickly. "I started here an' traveled up ta Maine and ' am jus' passin' through New York again."
All true, just not detailed. She couldn't let it slip that she was from Brooklyn.
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Post by Rascal on Jul 26, 2016 9:21:19 GMT -5
"Ah well, I'm from Ireland. I travel a lot though; I started here and traveled up ta Maine and am jus' passin' through New York again."
"My mother was Irish," Rascal remarked with a smile. "That's where my red hair came from."
He chuckled to himself and looked sideways at Trixie. She seemed nervous about something. Maybe it was because she'd just met him. After all, that was how he felt...
They were now approaching the end of the docks and Rascal knew that he'd have to start making his way to the DC soon if he was to have any chance of getting any papers that morning. But at the same time, he found that he didn't want this moment to end. This was the longest time he'd ever spent in the company of a girl - other than his little sister - without freaking out...
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Post by Darcy on Jul 26, 2016 9:27:16 GMT -5
"My mother was Irish. That's where my red hair came from."
Darcy smiled softly. "I see tha." Her eyes brightened for a moment. "Do ya speak any Gaelic?"
It would be nice if he did. It had been so long since she had been able to speak her native tongue with someone. Even when she had been on good terms with Spot, he rarely spoke in Gaelic with her. It was a little frustrating but understandable. She just wanted someone to talk to in her most comfortable language.
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Post by Rascal on Jul 26, 2016 9:52:11 GMT -5
"I see tha. Do ya speak any Gaelic?"
"Not really. My mother did, but she only ever used it when she was annoyed with my Grandma." He sighed wistfully. "I wish I did know at least a few words, though; it's a beautiful language."
[Sorry this bit's so short! I couldn't think of anything else.]
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Post by Darcy on Jul 26, 2016 9:56:22 GMT -5
"Not really. My mother did, but she only ever used it when she was annoyed with my Grandma."Darcy hid her disappointment. "Ah..." She cracked a small smile. "Tha sounds like my cousin. He does na speak in Gaelic except when he is really really angry." She laughed softly at the memory. Those had been interesting moments. "I wish I did know at least a few words, though; it's a beautiful language."She nodded in agreement. To her, Gaelic was the most beautiful language in all the world. "It's ne'er too late ta learn." ((It's fine. You don't have to apologize ))
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Post by Rascal on Jul 26, 2016 15:37:26 GMT -5
"It's ne'er too late ta learn."
Rascal considered Trixie's words for a moment. Of course, what she said was very true, but it wasn't that easy. The one person who could perhaps have taught him some Gaelic was dead, and his blacksmith father had no need of what he affectionately called 'flouncy talk'. And he didn't know anyone else who was Irish - except Spot, but he wouldn't dare ask him - who could teach him.
Except...he did now... He turned to Trixie, trying to keep his face neutral.
"Perhaps you could teach me a little," he said. "I-if that isn't too forward of me..."
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Post by Rascal on Jul 26, 2016 15:41:14 GMT -5
And at the same time, his brain was screaming at him.
'You blew it you blew it you blew it...'
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Post by Darcy on Jul 26, 2016 17:29:14 GMT -5
"Perhaps you could teach me a little. I-if that isn't too forward of me."
Darcy's eyes brightened for a moment. It would take alot of time and effort, but in the end she would finally have someone to speak to in Gaelic.
She gave him a wide grin. "Why I would love ta teach ya." She pursed her lips. "I... I planned on leavin' tamorrow, but I think I can stay a few more days so I can teach ya."
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Post by Rascal on Jul 27, 2016 1:09:13 GMT -5
"Why I would love ta teach ya. I... I planned on leavin' tamorrow, but I think I can stay a few more days ta teach ya."
Rascal's eyes widened; he hadn't expected her to say 'yes'. Then he felt a big grin spread across his face.
"That'd be great!" he said eagerly. "I have to go get my papes now, but maybe we could meet later? You say where."
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Post by Darcy on Jul 27, 2016 9:19:16 GMT -5
"That'd be great!"
Darcy smiled at his eagerness. She took that as a good sign. If he was excited, it would be easier for him to learn.
"I have to go get my papes now, but maybe we could meet later? You say where."
Her smile faded slightly at the mention of papers, but she quickly covered it with a nod. "Later is good wit' me." She cocked her head to the side. "Is 'Hattan all right wit' ya?"
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Post by Rascal on Jul 27, 2016 9:49:55 GMT -5
"Later is good wit' me. Is 'Hattan all right wit' ya?"
"That's fine with me!" Rascal replied. He felt both elated and terrified at the same time and he was desperately trying not to show it. "How about we meet at Tibby's? Grub is on me; I've had a good week."
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Post by Darcy on Jul 27, 2016 10:01:50 GMT -5
"That's fine with me!"
Darcy immediately brightened. She was worried for a little bit that he would want to meet in Brooklyn not Manhattan.
"How about we meet at Tibby's? Grub is on me; I've had a good week."
She laughed softly. "Okay then. Tibby's sounds jus' fine."
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Post by Rascal on Jul 27, 2016 11:11:35 GMT -5
"Okay then. Tibby's sounds jus' fine."
"Ok, I'll meet you there. I have to go now; Spot's probably wondering where I've got to. See you later."
And, with a final smile, he turned and walked away, feeling happier than he'd ever felt before. Maybe, just maybe, he'd made a new friend.
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Post by Darcy on Jul 27, 2016 15:51:33 GMT -5
"Ok, I'll meet you there."
Darcy's grin widened. "Wha time do ya think would be best? Maybe a little after noon?"
"I have to go now; Spot's probably wondering where I've got to. See you later."
She paled slightly at the mention of her cousin. "Ah... well would na want your friend worryin' about ya." She gave him a small smile. "I'll see ya later then!"
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Post by Rascal on Aug 1, 2016 12:38:10 GMT -5
Rascal headed briskly through Manhattan towards Tibby's. Although he didn't like to mention it to his friends, it was his favourite place to go for food. He was also really looking forward to meeting Trixie again, even though they'd only parted ways about 4 hours before.
As he neared the little shop, though, his heart began to beat even faster and he felt incredibly nervous and a little sick. What if Spot or one of his birds saw him? What if he made a fool of himself in front of Trixie? What if...
'I can't do this...' he thought to himself. 'I really can't do this...'
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Post by Darcy on Aug 1, 2016 20:22:40 GMT -5
Darcy wandered back to Manhattan after Rascal had gone of to the distribution center. It wouldn't be good for her to linger in Brooklyn. She was actually looking forward to meeting up with Rascal. It had been a long time since she last had a friend to talk to. She wasn't sure if she could call Rascal that just yet, but she certainly hoped she could.
She explored the park for several hours until she heard a clock strike noon. She then hurried over to Tibby's. It looked like she was just in time, for Rascal had just reached the front of the restaurant.
"Hullo there!" she greeted cheerfully.
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Post by Rascal on Aug 12, 2016 11:13:41 GMT -5
"Hullo there!"
Rascal looked up and broke into a nervous grin but stayed where he was. For a moment he simply couldn't get his feet to function.
'Oh come on boy!' he admonished himself. 'Pull yourself together!'
"Hi!" he said. "Perfect timing!"
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Post by Darcy on Aug 12, 2016 11:41:32 GMT -5
"Hi! Perfect timing!"
Darcy grinned. "Glad ta hear tha." She laughed softly. "I tend ta be late most of the time."
She cocked her heard towards the door and gave him a friendly smile. "Shall we?"
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