Family Relations (Part Three)
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Pyro looked around the table as Baj finished putting the food down. They had a few pizzas, something that may or may not have been green once, and French fries. Baj was sitting at one end, Nathan and Max were sitting on opposite sides from each other and Paul was sitting across from Baj.
Which he figured was good, that way he could see how he reacted to questions easier. He figured Uncle Baj would be fine with the questions (at least as long as he stuck to English) but he wasn’t sure. Dinnerbone and Millbee had both said that Baj didn’t mind questions as long as you accepted the answers.
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Baj looked around at the boys as he finished setting the table. Max and Nathan seemed happy enough, and he thought he saw them talking to Paul earlier.
He was almost entirely certain that Paul had questions, just from how he was acting. He seemed kind of nervous, though. Probably wanted to know how tomorrow was going to go and all.
He shrugged slightly and dug into the food. It had been a long day. Nathan and Max quickly joined him, though Paul did not.
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Pyro looked around for a moment before realizing that if he was going to pray, he better start. He had bowed his head before the other three had grabbed their food, resulting in him not seeing them staring at him again.
“Ár nAthair atá ar neamh, naofar thy ainm. Dtaga do ríocht. Beidh Thy a dhéanamh ar an talamh mar a dhéantar ar neamh. Tabhair dúinn inniu ár n-arán laethúil, agus maith dúinn ár bhfiacha, mar a mhaithimidne siúd a foghail in aghaidh linn, agus ná lig sinn i gcathú, ach saor sinn ó olc.”1
As soon as he finished he looked up to see them watching him.
“Eh? It’s the Lord’s Prayer…”
“Oh! Um. Right. Enjoy dinner then.”
Pyro blinked at them slowly before grabbing some of the pizza and fries.
He was slightly confused by them. They’d never have heard it in Irish before, but didn’t everyone pray before eating? Why hadn’t they, then?
As soon as Pyro got enough food down to start feeling better he looked back up at Baj.
“Aaaah, may I talk?”
Baj blinked at him.
“Yes, of course. What is it?”
“Um…”
Pyro wasn’t sure how to word his questions so he went with the best manner he knew, ask everything all at once.
“When is curfew? What papers do I need to travel tomorrow? What school am I going to? Is it Catholic or not? Am I allowed to speak Irish, here or outside or either? What happens if I do something wrong? Do I have to walk to school? What papers do I need to go to school? Will the army check my papers? Where do we go to get the papers…?”
“Ah, take a breath and slow down please, Pyro.”
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Baj wasn’t entirely certain of half of what Pyro was even asking about. He and Tom talked a bit about how things worked where he lived, but not much.
“Um…Everyone has to be in bed by ten, if that’s what you mean.”
Pyro blinked at him again, appearing mildly vexed.
“No, that I figured, I mean, curfew. You know. When you gotta be back inside by.”
This succeeded in confusing Baj farther.
“You…mean like…for the city or something? There isn’t one here. Just the house curfew.”
Millbee and Dinnerbone looked at each other for a moment.
Millbee took the opportunity to then ask, “Why? What was curfew at home for you?”
“You have to be inside by six pm normally. Night workers have papers to show to go to and from work. Can’t leave the house until six am. It changes depending on the time of year. It’s always before sunset.”
Baj looked at Pyro slowly.
“And what happens if you aren’t back inside before then?” Baj asked, mildly concerned.
“Well, you know.”
“…no, we don’t Paul.”
“No? You get stopped by the military, and they search you. Check your papers. If you don’t have them for being out at night, you get taken to the station, sometimes they intern you instead. You…don’t want that, it interrupts everything!” Paul shrugged, as though this was the most normal thing ever, anywhere.
That wasn’t the answer Baj was expecting at all. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but that wasn’t it.
“That…doesn’t happen here. Um…the paperwork to transfer you temporarily has been sent to the school already, you’ll start the Monday after next, so you can get settled. Um, you don’t need to show papers to people to go somewhere.”
Baj took a moment trying to remember what he was asked.
“Um, same school as Max and Nathan. It’s…it’s a state school…”
“Oh. That’s good.”
Was it? Baj wasn’t certain any longer what would or wouldn’t be good.
“You can speak Irish if you want, but most people won’t understand you. English only in school, however.
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Pyro pondered this for a moment before realizing that given how fast he spoke; Uncle Baj had probably forgotten most of the questions.
“Um…What…what happens if I forget that and speak Irish at school?” He said, slightly worried. He’d heard rumors…which he was certain were just that, rumors, but this wasn’t home…
Baj stared at him for a long moment, succeeding in making him more worried than he was before.
“You’ll have to answer in English. You only speak English at school, you understand?”
He understood well enough, that whatever it was that would happen to him, neither he nor Baj would want to deal with.
“Yes sir. I understand. I’m sorry.”
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Baj wasn’t entirely certain what he was sorry for, it was just a question.
“Oh, um something about…walking to school? Yeah, Max and Nathan will show you how to get there; it’s about two blocks away. We will go sometime next week and get your i.d. card, that’s what you use to get in the school.”
“Oh, so the card is like a paper, then?”
What?
“Sure, I guess. You only need it to get into the school, though.”
Pyro nodded to Baj before blinking at his food. He quickly wolfed the rest of it down.
“Um, um…where are we going for school stuff tomorrow?”
“Asda, why?”
“Oooo, I still have an Asda card from my aunt, that’s good!”
“Okay. You three clean up in here, I’m going to go turn on the T.V.”
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The three of them quickly cleaned up the kitchen, helping show Pyro where the things went.
“Um. Pyro. No-one’s going to get upset if you speak Irish, they just won’t take it as an answer.”
“Yeah man.”
“I…I’ll be careful, don’t worry.”
Millbee and Dinnerbone looked at each other for a moment. Just what would happen to Pyro at home if he spoke Irish to the wrong people, then? Maybe they could get ahold of Uncle Tom and ask him what that was all about.
“Oh…okay.”
“Oh! Be sure to get some new sneakers, the gym track is pretty large, and they love having us run it constantly! We go through shoes like…every few months.”
Millbee quickly realized that Dinnerbone was changing the subject and fast.
“Yeah! I think you’ll like science, we get to go outside for the experiements quite often. Be careful with English, though, all of those teachers are constantly going on about diagraming sentences and stuff. So annoying, but if you do it wrong man, well.”
They both nodded in agreement, before shuddering slightly.
“Oh, looks clean in here now, let’s go watch T.V.!”
And at that, they both bounded off for the living room.
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Pyro looked around for a moment.
It…didn’t look so clean to him, the counters were horrible.
He sighed, and grabbed the cleaning supplies he had seen, before starting in on cleaning everything he could reach. Once he was done, he put everything back where it went. He had no idea where they’d hidden the broom, but oh well.
With that, he headed off to find this living room. He figured where it should be, since he saw part of it as they went to the guest room, in any case.
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“Uh, so, um, what are you watching?”
“Just some of the news, I think they’re playing on their laptops, though.”
Sure enough they were.
Pyro went into the room and sat down on the last available chair, which was, conveniently, facing the television.
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Baj sighed as he got ready to go to sleep.
Pyro had been far too intense with watching the news, which a kid his age shouldn’t be. If Baj was right, it was probably from listening to news reports from the province far too often.
Well, he’d told them to be awake at eight a.m. tomorrow so they could grab some breakfast before heading out. He rather hoped all three of them would actually be able to manage that. Millbee was always the last to wake up, but he had a new alarm clock, that might work. Maybe.
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Translations!
1 The Lord’s Prayer, badly managed by google translate, I’m sure.
Link to part four- http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/596114.html#cutid1
Pyro looked around the table as Baj finished putting the food down. They had a few pizzas, something that may or may not have been green once, and French fries. Baj was sitting at one end, Nathan and Max were sitting on opposite sides from each other and Paul was sitting across from Baj.
Which he figured was good, that way he could see how he reacted to questions easier. He figured Uncle Baj would be fine with the questions (at least as long as he stuck to English) but he wasn’t sure. Dinnerbone and Millbee had both said that Baj didn’t mind questions as long as you accepted the answers.
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Baj looked around at the boys as he finished setting the table. Max and Nathan seemed happy enough, and he thought he saw them talking to Paul earlier.
He was almost entirely certain that Paul had questions, just from how he was acting. He seemed kind of nervous, though. Probably wanted to know how tomorrow was going to go and all.
He shrugged slightly and dug into the food. It had been a long day. Nathan and Max quickly joined him, though Paul did not.
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Pyro looked around for a moment before realizing that if he was going to pray, he better start. He had bowed his head before the other three had grabbed their food, resulting in him not seeing them staring at him again.
“Ár nAthair atá ar neamh, naofar thy ainm. Dtaga do ríocht. Beidh Thy a dhéanamh ar an talamh mar a dhéantar ar neamh. Tabhair dúinn inniu ár n-arán laethúil, agus maith dúinn ár bhfiacha, mar a mhaithimidne siúd a foghail in aghaidh linn, agus ná lig sinn i gcathú, ach saor sinn ó olc.”1
As soon as he finished he looked up to see them watching him.
“Eh? It’s the Lord’s Prayer…”
“Oh! Um. Right. Enjoy dinner then.”
Pyro blinked at them slowly before grabbing some of the pizza and fries.
He was slightly confused by them. They’d never have heard it in Irish before, but didn’t everyone pray before eating? Why hadn’t they, then?
As soon as Pyro got enough food down to start feeling better he looked back up at Baj.
“Aaaah, may I talk?”
Baj blinked at him.
“Yes, of course. What is it?”
“Um…”
Pyro wasn’t sure how to word his questions so he went with the best manner he knew, ask everything all at once.
“When is curfew? What papers do I need to travel tomorrow? What school am I going to? Is it Catholic or not? Am I allowed to speak Irish, here or outside or either? What happens if I do something wrong? Do I have to walk to school? What papers do I need to go to school? Will the army check my papers? Where do we go to get the papers…?”
“Ah, take a breath and slow down please, Pyro.”
-----
Baj wasn’t entirely certain of half of what Pyro was even asking about. He and Tom talked a bit about how things worked where he lived, but not much.
“Um…Everyone has to be in bed by ten, if that’s what you mean.”
Pyro blinked at him again, appearing mildly vexed.
“No, that I figured, I mean, curfew. You know. When you gotta be back inside by.”
This succeeded in confusing Baj farther.
“You…mean like…for the city or something? There isn’t one here. Just the house curfew.”
Millbee and Dinnerbone looked at each other for a moment.
Millbee took the opportunity to then ask, “Why? What was curfew at home for you?”
“You have to be inside by six pm normally. Night workers have papers to show to go to and from work. Can’t leave the house until six am. It changes depending on the time of year. It’s always before sunset.”
Baj looked at Pyro slowly.
“And what happens if you aren’t back inside before then?” Baj asked, mildly concerned.
“Well, you know.”
“…no, we don’t Paul.”
“No? You get stopped by the military, and they search you. Check your papers. If you don’t have them for being out at night, you get taken to the station, sometimes they intern you instead. You…don’t want that, it interrupts everything!” Paul shrugged, as though this was the most normal thing ever, anywhere.
That wasn’t the answer Baj was expecting at all. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but that wasn’t it.
“That…doesn’t happen here. Um…the paperwork to transfer you temporarily has been sent to the school already, you’ll start the Monday after next, so you can get settled. Um, you don’t need to show papers to people to go somewhere.”
Baj took a moment trying to remember what he was asked.
“Um, same school as Max and Nathan. It’s…it’s a state school…”
“Oh. That’s good.”
Was it? Baj wasn’t certain any longer what would or wouldn’t be good.
“You can speak Irish if you want, but most people won’t understand you. English only in school, however.
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Pyro pondered this for a moment before realizing that given how fast he spoke; Uncle Baj had probably forgotten most of the questions.
“Um…What…what happens if I forget that and speak Irish at school?” He said, slightly worried. He’d heard rumors…which he was certain were just that, rumors, but this wasn’t home…
Baj stared at him for a long moment, succeeding in making him more worried than he was before.
“You’ll have to answer in English. You only speak English at school, you understand?”
He understood well enough, that whatever it was that would happen to him, neither he nor Baj would want to deal with.
“Yes sir. I understand. I’m sorry.”
-----
Baj wasn’t entirely certain what he was sorry for, it was just a question.
“Oh, um something about…walking to school? Yeah, Max and Nathan will show you how to get there; it’s about two blocks away. We will go sometime next week and get your i.d. card, that’s what you use to get in the school.”
“Oh, so the card is like a paper, then?”
What?
“Sure, I guess. You only need it to get into the school, though.”
Pyro nodded to Baj before blinking at his food. He quickly wolfed the rest of it down.
“Um, um…where are we going for school stuff tomorrow?”
“Asda, why?”
“Oooo, I still have an Asda card from my aunt, that’s good!”
“Okay. You three clean up in here, I’m going to go turn on the T.V.”
-----
The three of them quickly cleaned up the kitchen, helping show Pyro where the things went.
“Um. Pyro. No-one’s going to get upset if you speak Irish, they just won’t take it as an answer.”
“Yeah man.”
“I…I’ll be careful, don’t worry.”
Millbee and Dinnerbone looked at each other for a moment. Just what would happen to Pyro at home if he spoke Irish to the wrong people, then? Maybe they could get ahold of Uncle Tom and ask him what that was all about.
“Oh…okay.”
“Oh! Be sure to get some new sneakers, the gym track is pretty large, and they love having us run it constantly! We go through shoes like…every few months.”
Millbee quickly realized that Dinnerbone was changing the subject and fast.
“Yeah! I think you’ll like science, we get to go outside for the experiements quite often. Be careful with English, though, all of those teachers are constantly going on about diagraming sentences and stuff. So annoying, but if you do it wrong man, well.”
They both nodded in agreement, before shuddering slightly.
“Oh, looks clean in here now, let’s go watch T.V.!”
And at that, they both bounded off for the living room.
-----
Pyro looked around for a moment.
It…didn’t look so clean to him, the counters were horrible.
He sighed, and grabbed the cleaning supplies he had seen, before starting in on cleaning everything he could reach. Once he was done, he put everything back where it went. He had no idea where they’d hidden the broom, but oh well.
With that, he headed off to find this living room. He figured where it should be, since he saw part of it as they went to the guest room, in any case.
-----
“Uh, so, um, what are you watching?”
“Just some of the news, I think they’re playing on their laptops, though.”
Sure enough they were.
Pyro went into the room and sat down on the last available chair, which was, conveniently, facing the television.
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Baj sighed as he got ready to go to sleep.
Pyro had been far too intense with watching the news, which a kid his age shouldn’t be. If Baj was right, it was probably from listening to news reports from the province far too often.
Well, he’d told them to be awake at eight a.m. tomorrow so they could grab some breakfast before heading out. He rather hoped all three of them would actually be able to manage that. Millbee was always the last to wake up, but he had a new alarm clock, that might work. Maybe.
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Translations!
1 The Lord’s Prayer, badly managed by google translate, I’m sure.
Link to part four- http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/596114.html#cutid1
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Date: Wednesday, March 12th, 2014 06:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Wednesday, March 12th, 2014 11:51 am (UTC)Also, Pyro's gotten certain...dis-information...when it comes to England. So, yeah, he -does- think he'd be arrested for speaking Irish, particularly after being told he -has- to speak English.
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Date: Wednesday, March 12th, 2014 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Wednesday, March 12th, 2014 08:28 pm (UTC)And yeah, hopefully it will be cleared up soon. It will probably come up the next day/Saturday, when they go out.
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Date: Wednesday, March 12th, 2014 08:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Wednesday, March 12th, 2014 10:22 am (UTC)This is really great! :D