Family Relations (Part Two)
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mindcrackloveLink to part one! http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/592645.html
Pyro had never flown before but he already knew he didn’t like it. He was in a small metal tube, way too high in the air, with way too many other people around him. And a freaking escort. What the hell, couldn’t he have gone as an unaccompanied minor? Noooooo, seems not.
“Paul, please stop kicking the seat in front of you,” said the escort calmly.
Paul grumbled, but stopped kicking the seat. He just wanted to land, damn it! He was all cooped up in here, no place to move around, and his stupid escort had trapped him in a window seat.
And the view wasn’t even any good! There were clouds everywhere!
“Attention passengers, we will be landing in Heathrow in 10 minutes, please buckle your seatbelts and put your chairs in the full upright and locked position. Thank you.”
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Baj paced the concourse, annoyed. Thanks to certain…troubles…they couldn’t go get Paul at the gate. So now Max and Nathan were sitting at a table with Baj on the other side of security, debating on how to make a sign for Paul to see.
“Paul Connolly. For some reason, that looks silly.”
Baj sighed. There was him with the last name of Smith, a nice plain name, and then there was Max who was Jones. Maxwell had learned there were way too many people with that name when he sat exams, heh. And then Nathan, who was Adams. So, Paul Connolly wasn’t strange, but still. Well. Provided he’d recognize the name. His sister-in-law never took Tom’s last name and had given Paul her own last name. Except now that Baj was thinking about it, hadn’t Tom said that Paul Connolly had been named in Irish? Oh god please let this kid voluntarily speak English. What the hell Tom, I’m going to have some words with you when we next meet.
“Just put Paul on it. He has our pictures, you know. And knows where we are waiting for him.”
“Oh. Okay!” they both exclaimed, starting work on a new sign.
This was just in time, as the plane had just landed not five minutes ago, and Paul…and his escort…should be getting the luggage and heading here soon.
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Paul sighed and grabbed his luggage. Da had insisted he take the plain ones with the stupid zig-zag design on it. He rolled them out of the way, before stopping to the side. As he did, he pulled out the picture da had given him of Uncle Baj and his cousins. It was about a year old, but he thought he’d be able to recognize them.
“You good?”
He death-glared the escort before answering.
“No! I wanna go home! But I should be able to find them, yes. Maybe they’ll have a sign.”
The man sighed. Escorting under aged, pissed off teenagers wasn’t something he had signed up for.
“Okay, let’s go.”
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Baj thought he saw Paul walking up with a fairly depressed looking official man. Who was, in fact, wearing a tag saying he was a Ryanair escort. So, yeah, probably the right kid.
They stopped in front of them before the man started to speak.
“Are you…ah…Baj Smith? Related to Tom Smith? And they would be…Maxwell and…Nathan?”
“Yes we are. I, um, hello Paul?”
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Paul blinked. His da wasn’t here…and he could…well, it’d be Béarlachas, but that was appropriate, what with being in England.
“Dia duit. Is é mo ainm Pádraig Ó Conghaile. Ba mhaith liom dul abhaile, ach go dtí sin, is féidir leat glaoch orm Pól.” 1“
The older man, Baj…his uncle, stared at him. His cousins stared as well, but that was different. And uncomfortable. He was starting to think that being a jerk was not going to get him the result he wanted.
Baj and the escort sighed at him.
Taking pity on him, Paul finally said, “You can call me Paul.”
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Millbee and Nathan whispered to each other.
“What do you think he said?”
“I don’t know, maybe his name?”
“Noooooo, of course not. But it was longer than that.”
Baj sighed. This wasn’t going well.
“Okay. Fine. Hello Paul. I’m your uncle Baj. These are Maxwell Jones and Nathan Adams, your cousins. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Ná bréag, nach bhfuil tú ag iarraidh mé anseo. It’s nice to meet you as well.” 2
That…wasn’t what he expected and…was the kid vibrating? Well, so were Max and Nathan…
“Look, lets grab some food and head home and get you set up, okay?”
Paul shrugged, and said, “Sure.”
Well…he was voluntarily speaking some English. That was good, right?
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Paul mumbled to himself as they grabbed some hotdogs and fries before piling into a four door sedan. His luggage had been put in the back after some issues and he was sitting on the driver’s side. And was certainly not sulking. Of course he wasn’t! That was just ridiculous.
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Baj looked in the rear view mirror at where Paul was sitting behind him, sulking.
“So. Your room is on the first floor, next to the living room. It’s a guest room. Mine is near the kitchen, on the other side of the house. Nathan and Max are on the second floor.”
Paul blinked at him before nodding slightly.
“Hn. Thank you.”
And he was expecting a longer answer (in English) because…because his brother was an idiot, and now he had this to deal with.
Max took this time to turn to Paul and start asking questions.
“So, what sort of games do you like to play?”
“Um…Minecraft, Pokémon, half-life 2, and call of duty.”
“Oh cool! Minecraft is awesome! I’ve gotta show you some of my builds, okay? Do you have a laptop? Do you have it there? What have you been making? On any servers?...”
“Max! Breathe!”
Paul laughed softly.
“Yah, da gave me a laptop before I left. I’ve got Minecraft on it. Been building…” He paused at that. He’d been building the old GPO building in Dublin. And, as well, Stormont, but that, um…had a bit of TNT built into it. “Stuff. Been building stuff.”
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Nathan wondered for a moment why Paul hadn’t said what he was building. He looked over at his dad and noticed Baj had a very kind of pained expression.
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Stuff? Thought Baj to himself. The FPS’s were…interesting, though he doubted Tom would have been able to get him to stop. Only thing Baj could think of that would make Paul not answer the question was if it was, like….virulently anti-English and that Tom made him agree to play nice. Which was…possible, Baj thought. Not that he had any idea what you could build in Minecraft that would qualify as anti-English. Then again, he mostly stuck to building nice building….oh. That might be it.
“Oh! We’ll be home soon, and then we can get you all squared away, okay?”
Paul blinked at him rapidly, before nodding and saying, “Oh okay. I don’t have much with me…”
“That’s…fine. We can make a list of stuff you’re missing and get it tomorrow, that’s Saturday, after all.”
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Paul looked out the window eagerly as they approached the house. It was a nice two story house, with a fence and lots of flowers. And, for some undefinable reason, a large rainbow sheep in the window next to the front door.
“Sheep?”
Maxwell laughed.
“It was from my mam. It’s now our mascot.”
“Your mascot, Max!”
“Aw, fine, Nathan’s right, it’s my mascot.”
He thought the house looked nice enough. At least it would be a nice place to stay till his ma got better.
He sighed softly before whispering to himself,”Ba mhaith liom dul abhaile go dtí mháthair. Níor chóir Athair sheoladh chugam ar shiúl. Dúr bastaird Béarla.”3
Paul shook himself and then said, “Okay, I really want to get out of this car now. I’ve been cooped up for far too long!”
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With that, everyone readily agreed with him and came tumbling out of the car, before dusting themselves off and grabbing the luggage.
Baj smiled, it was good to be home.
He just hoped it would continue to go well.
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Now for translations!
Béarlachas just means Englishness. It’s using Irish words with English grammar. It’s not pure Irish.
1 “Hello. My name is Paul Connolly. I want to go home, but until then, you can call me Paul.” He’s actually calling himself Patrick, but his English name is Paul.
2 “Don’t lie, you don’t want me here.” As far as he knows, this is true.
3 “I want to go home to ma. Father shouldn’t have sent me away. Stupid English bastard.” He’s annoyed at being sent here away from his mother, and lashing out at his father. He doesn’t actually hate him. Or Baj, for that matter.
Link to Interlude One- http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/593541.html#cutid1
Pyro had never flown before but he already knew he didn’t like it. He was in a small metal tube, way too high in the air, with way too many other people around him. And a freaking escort. What the hell, couldn’t he have gone as an unaccompanied minor? Noooooo, seems not.
“Paul, please stop kicking the seat in front of you,” said the escort calmly.
Paul grumbled, but stopped kicking the seat. He just wanted to land, damn it! He was all cooped up in here, no place to move around, and his stupid escort had trapped him in a window seat.
And the view wasn’t even any good! There were clouds everywhere!
“Attention passengers, we will be landing in Heathrow in 10 minutes, please buckle your seatbelts and put your chairs in the full upright and locked position. Thank you.”
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Baj paced the concourse, annoyed. Thanks to certain…troubles…they couldn’t go get Paul at the gate. So now Max and Nathan were sitting at a table with Baj on the other side of security, debating on how to make a sign for Paul to see.
“Paul Connolly. For some reason, that looks silly.”
Baj sighed. There was him with the last name of Smith, a nice plain name, and then there was Max who was Jones. Maxwell had learned there were way too many people with that name when he sat exams, heh. And then Nathan, who was Adams. So, Paul Connolly wasn’t strange, but still. Well. Provided he’d recognize the name. His sister-in-law never took Tom’s last name and had given Paul her own last name. Except now that Baj was thinking about it, hadn’t Tom said that Paul Connolly had been named in Irish? Oh god please let this kid voluntarily speak English. What the hell Tom, I’m going to have some words with you when we next meet.
“Just put Paul on it. He has our pictures, you know. And knows where we are waiting for him.”
“Oh. Okay!” they both exclaimed, starting work on a new sign.
This was just in time, as the plane had just landed not five minutes ago, and Paul…and his escort…should be getting the luggage and heading here soon.
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Paul sighed and grabbed his luggage. Da had insisted he take the plain ones with the stupid zig-zag design on it. He rolled them out of the way, before stopping to the side. As he did, he pulled out the picture da had given him of Uncle Baj and his cousins. It was about a year old, but he thought he’d be able to recognize them.
“You good?”
He death-glared the escort before answering.
“No! I wanna go home! But I should be able to find them, yes. Maybe they’ll have a sign.”
The man sighed. Escorting under aged, pissed off teenagers wasn’t something he had signed up for.
“Okay, let’s go.”
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Baj thought he saw Paul walking up with a fairly depressed looking official man. Who was, in fact, wearing a tag saying he was a Ryanair escort. So, yeah, probably the right kid.
They stopped in front of them before the man started to speak.
“Are you…ah…Baj Smith? Related to Tom Smith? And they would be…Maxwell and…Nathan?”
“Yes we are. I, um, hello Paul?”
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Paul blinked. His da wasn’t here…and he could…well, it’d be Béarlachas, but that was appropriate, what with being in England.
“Dia duit. Is é mo ainm Pádraig Ó Conghaile. Ba mhaith liom dul abhaile, ach go dtí sin, is féidir leat glaoch orm Pól.” 1“
The older man, Baj…his uncle, stared at him. His cousins stared as well, but that was different. And uncomfortable. He was starting to think that being a jerk was not going to get him the result he wanted.
Baj and the escort sighed at him.
Taking pity on him, Paul finally said, “You can call me Paul.”
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Millbee and Nathan whispered to each other.
“What do you think he said?”
“I don’t know, maybe his name?”
“Noooooo, of course not. But it was longer than that.”
Baj sighed. This wasn’t going well.
“Okay. Fine. Hello Paul. I’m your uncle Baj. These are Maxwell Jones and Nathan Adams, your cousins. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Ná bréag, nach bhfuil tú ag iarraidh mé anseo. It’s nice to meet you as well.” 2
That…wasn’t what he expected and…was the kid vibrating? Well, so were Max and Nathan…
“Look, lets grab some food and head home and get you set up, okay?”
Paul shrugged, and said, “Sure.”
Well…he was voluntarily speaking some English. That was good, right?
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Paul mumbled to himself as they grabbed some hotdogs and fries before piling into a four door sedan. His luggage had been put in the back after some issues and he was sitting on the driver’s side. And was certainly not sulking. Of course he wasn’t! That was just ridiculous.
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Baj looked in the rear view mirror at where Paul was sitting behind him, sulking.
“So. Your room is on the first floor, next to the living room. It’s a guest room. Mine is near the kitchen, on the other side of the house. Nathan and Max are on the second floor.”
Paul blinked at him before nodding slightly.
“Hn. Thank you.”
And he was expecting a longer answer (in English) because…because his brother was an idiot, and now he had this to deal with.
Max took this time to turn to Paul and start asking questions.
“So, what sort of games do you like to play?”
“Um…Minecraft, Pokémon, half-life 2, and call of duty.”
“Oh cool! Minecraft is awesome! I’ve gotta show you some of my builds, okay? Do you have a laptop? Do you have it there? What have you been making? On any servers?...”
“Max! Breathe!”
Paul laughed softly.
“Yah, da gave me a laptop before I left. I’ve got Minecraft on it. Been building…” He paused at that. He’d been building the old GPO building in Dublin. And, as well, Stormont, but that, um…had a bit of TNT built into it. “Stuff. Been building stuff.”
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Nathan wondered for a moment why Paul hadn’t said what he was building. He looked over at his dad and noticed Baj had a very kind of pained expression.
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Stuff? Thought Baj to himself. The FPS’s were…interesting, though he doubted Tom would have been able to get him to stop. Only thing Baj could think of that would make Paul not answer the question was if it was, like….virulently anti-English and that Tom made him agree to play nice. Which was…possible, Baj thought. Not that he had any idea what you could build in Minecraft that would qualify as anti-English. Then again, he mostly stuck to building nice building….oh. That might be it.
“Oh! We’ll be home soon, and then we can get you all squared away, okay?”
Paul blinked at him rapidly, before nodding and saying, “Oh okay. I don’t have much with me…”
“That’s…fine. We can make a list of stuff you’re missing and get it tomorrow, that’s Saturday, after all.”
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Paul looked out the window eagerly as they approached the house. It was a nice two story house, with a fence and lots of flowers. And, for some undefinable reason, a large rainbow sheep in the window next to the front door.
“Sheep?”
Maxwell laughed.
“It was from my mam. It’s now our mascot.”
“Your mascot, Max!”
“Aw, fine, Nathan’s right, it’s my mascot.”
He thought the house looked nice enough. At least it would be a nice place to stay till his ma got better.
He sighed softly before whispering to himself,”Ba mhaith liom dul abhaile go dtí mháthair. Níor chóir Athair sheoladh chugam ar shiúl. Dúr bastaird Béarla.”3
Paul shook himself and then said, “Okay, I really want to get out of this car now. I’ve been cooped up for far too long!”
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With that, everyone readily agreed with him and came tumbling out of the car, before dusting themselves off and grabbing the luggage.
Baj smiled, it was good to be home.
He just hoped it would continue to go well.
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Now for translations!
Béarlachas just means Englishness. It’s using Irish words with English grammar. It’s not pure Irish.
1 “Hello. My name is Paul Connolly. I want to go home, but until then, you can call me Paul.” He’s actually calling himself Patrick, but his English name is Paul.
2 “Don’t lie, you don’t want me here.” As far as he knows, this is true.
3 “I want to go home to ma. Father shouldn’t have sent me away. Stupid English bastard.” He’s annoyed at being sent here away from his mother, and lashing out at his father. He doesn’t actually hate him. Or Baj, for that matter.
Link to Interlude One- http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/593541.html#cutid1
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Date: Monday, March 10th, 2014 10:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, March 10th, 2014 10:59 pm (UTC)And there are different dialects. He -oughta- be speaking the Ulster/Northern Irish variant, but google...and there is also Donegal, Galway, and Dublin accents/dialects from what I remember!
Oh, do you speak Scots Gaelic, then? That's cool! I wish you the best of luck with it!
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Date: Monday, March 10th, 2014 11:06 pm (UTC)PSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (Nope. Couldn't if I tired.)
Ah, that's... confusing. Oh well. I'll enjoy it all the same!
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Date: Monday, March 10th, 2014 11:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Tuesday, March 11th, 2014 02:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Tuesday, March 11th, 2014 02:29 am (UTC)I might write up the interlude from his or one of the others point of view, since he is actually happier in it.
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Date: Tuesday, March 11th, 2014 09:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Tuesday, March 11th, 2014 12:21 pm (UTC)