Family Relations (Part Nineteen)
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Pyro paced the floor of the room, mumbling to himself. He didn’t really want to go to school tomorrow, not with all that nonsense. At least the week was already half through, only tomorrow and Friday left to get through. He was tired of this nonsense, really. He was starting to wonder what he should do if this soldier, if he didn’t leave him alone, or at least, find a less terrifying method of talking to him. He knew that if he was English, he could just call up the base the soldier was from, and talk to his Commander, his superior officer, of course. But he wasn’t sure he could do that, I mean, who would believe the Irish kid saying that a British officer was being out of line, after all? He had a military I.D. thanks to his da, but he wasn’t sure how far it would get him, hell, he wasn’t even allowed on any bases, could he even call them? He wasn’t rightly sure anymore.
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BTC paced the teacher’s lounge, waiting for Connolly’s lunch time. He just hoped that he would remain calm enough to accept the letter from him and not make a big scene about it. There was the hope that the kid would find the letter a less…upsetting method to communicate through, at least until they could talk later. He found letters to be less…frightening, although still upsetting to some extent, he hoped the kid would agree with him on that.
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Pyro sat at his (when had he made it his?) table, sighing to himself. He had heard rumors that the soldier had been spotted today, but had made himself awfully scarce. Would he appear again today at lunch? His luck certainly had made no appearances thus far, and he doubted he’d have any better luck today.
And his string of bad luck continued, he thought darkly, having spotted the soldier carefully making his way over to him. He noted however, that he seemed to be doing so very carefully, attracting as little attention as he possibly could.
After what seemed like ages, BTC finally made his way to where Pyro was sitting, and sat down.
“Hello.”
“Hi.” No need to be rude, but really now.
BTC reached to pull something out of a pocket, and Pyro hoped he didn’t look too freaked out by the motion.
“Here. Take this.” With that, BTC handed him an envelope with his name on it. He nervously took it from him; he didn’t want to cause a big scene right now.
“Um…okay…?”
“Read it after school. Thanks.” With that he got up and left as quickly as he had arrived.
Did…did he just thank me for taking the letter? What in the world is in this thing??
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Pyro sighed as he finished packing up his stuff to get ready to leave school. The soldier had, in fact, left him alone the rest of the day once he had given him the letter. The fact that he didn’t want him to read it until after school made him…nervous, but he was sure he’d be fine. He’d been actually fairly nice about the giving of it, and had even left him alone after that, so it probably wasn’t too bad, right?
Shrugging, he grabbed his things as the bell rang and headed out to where Dinnerbone was waiting.
“Hey Dinnerbone. What happened with Millbee?”
“He’s out practicing for football1, why, you wanted to talk to him?”
“No, no. You’re actually easier to talk to, don’t tell him that!”
Dinnerbone laughed at that, amused.
“Ha, don’t worry about that! Hey, what are you holding?”
Pyro looked down at the letter as they walked slowly.
“It’s a letter. From that soldier. Said to wait until after school to read it.”
Dinnerbone blinked and stopped, with Pyro following suit.
“So, so, read it now! What, what’s he doing now?”
Pyro shrugged and opened it and read it, blinking rapidly by the end of the letter. He sighed to himself and shook his he slowly back and forth.
“What? What does it say? What?”
Pyro shook his head slowly and silently handed the letter over for Dinnerbone to read.
Dinnerbone looked at it and read it silently to himself.
Hello Connolly. I haven’t meant to upset you, however, I do in fact, want to talk to you about that riot, since it rather impacts both of us. I’ve been trying to learn what happened then, and I’ve exhausted the list of everyone I could talk to, until you showed up and…it got…mentioned.
I really am sorry for forcing you to remember that riot, it was very bad, and what you must have seen, well, I know what happened to me at least, and the idea that you even had to hear that is just. That plus what happened to your fellow protesters is just…I…I am sorry about that. I still don’t know how or why things got kicked off.
But in any case. I do want to talk about what happened ten months ago. I’ve talked with all of my, erm…co-workers, and they claim to have not seen anything, as focused as they were with what they were doing at the time. I mean, you were probably, erm, busy yourself, trying to get somewhere safer, but well, I want to at least get to talk to you about it! I don’t know how much if anything you know about what happened, but well, it’s at least something new.
So, um. There’s a park about a three blocks from the school, it’s a nice place. It’s got lots of benches and gazebos and such. And a place to buy food, even.
Park. Nice place. Why don’t we meet sometime on Saturday, since you don’t have school then? Just um, pick a time and let me know, and I’ll meet you there. Right. Write me back and give me your answer tomorrow, please.
It was signed as Sincerely, BTC with something scribbled out under the BTC part, to which Dinnerbone blinked slightly.
“Erm.”
“Yeah. So, uh…you doing anything Saturday, Dinnerbone?”
Dinnerbone blinked at him for a long while before slowly starting to walk again.
“No. I suppose it’s the only way to get him to stop bothering you?”
“Probably, so I’d like you to go with me. How does, like, one pm sound?”
“Sounds fine to me, I’d be glad to go with you.”
“Thanks.”
Dinnerbone nodded at Pyro as they got back to the house.
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Pyro stared at the piece of paper as though it were mortally offending him. Given that it was a letter he was trying to write and failing at, it probably was.
“Why does writing have to be so difficult!”
He sighed again at the paper before trying again to write something. At this point, he was simply glad he had decided to finish his homework before trying to write this stupid letter.
Hello BTC.
Fine. We can meet at that park, at one pm. I’ve been told there is an open style gazebo that is partly surrounded by willow trees, which should work. I’ll wait a half hour, if you don’t get there by then, I’m leaving.
Pádraig Ó Conghaile/Paul Connolly
He wasn’t too sure about putting down his Irish name, but surely this soldier had to know that Paul wouldn’t have been his birth name, after all.
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Pyro sighed. Today was Friday, and he just wanted the day to be over with. Lunch time was almost over, and he was starting to doubt that that soldier would even show up to get the freaking reply.
Just as soon as he thought that, BTC appeared in front of the table and sat down.
“Hello Connolly.”
Pyro stared at him for a moment. Did he know what I was thinking??
“Hello. Here.” With that, he shoved the letter across the table at BTC and went back to staring at him.
“Thanks.” He took the letter and read it quickly.
“Okay. See you later.” With that, he got up and taking the letter with him, promptly vanished in much the same manner as he had appeared.
Pyro just shook his head slowly at that. Just how strange was this man, anyways??
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Dinnerbone looked at his clock. Why was he awake at eight in the morning on a Saturday? Oh, right, he was going with Pyro to the park today, and that very annoying soldier would be there.
He really hoped today would go well for everyone involved.
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Notes, etc.
1 Soccer
Link to Part Twenty - http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/648599.html#cutid1
Cut Part One is to the story, second cut takes you to notes.
Pyro paced the floor of the room, mumbling to himself. He didn’t really want to go to school tomorrow, not with all that nonsense. At least the week was already half through, only tomorrow and Friday left to get through. He was tired of this nonsense, really. He was starting to wonder what he should do if this soldier, if he didn’t leave him alone, or at least, find a less terrifying method of talking to him. He knew that if he was English, he could just call up the base the soldier was from, and talk to his Commander, his superior officer, of course. But he wasn’t sure he could do that, I mean, who would believe the Irish kid saying that a British officer was being out of line, after all? He had a military I.D. thanks to his da, but he wasn’t sure how far it would get him, hell, he wasn’t even allowed on any bases, could he even call them? He wasn’t rightly sure anymore.
-----
BTC paced the teacher’s lounge, waiting for Connolly’s lunch time. He just hoped that he would remain calm enough to accept the letter from him and not make a big scene about it. There was the hope that the kid would find the letter a less…upsetting method to communicate through, at least until they could talk later. He found letters to be less…frightening, although still upsetting to some extent, he hoped the kid would agree with him on that.
-----
Pyro sat at his (when had he made it his?) table, sighing to himself. He had heard rumors that the soldier had been spotted today, but had made himself awfully scarce. Would he appear again today at lunch? His luck certainly had made no appearances thus far, and he doubted he’d have any better luck today.
And his string of bad luck continued, he thought darkly, having spotted the soldier carefully making his way over to him. He noted however, that he seemed to be doing so very carefully, attracting as little attention as he possibly could.
After what seemed like ages, BTC finally made his way to where Pyro was sitting, and sat down.
“Hello.”
“Hi.” No need to be rude, but really now.
BTC reached to pull something out of a pocket, and Pyro hoped he didn’t look too freaked out by the motion.
“Here. Take this.” With that, BTC handed him an envelope with his name on it. He nervously took it from him; he didn’t want to cause a big scene right now.
“Um…okay…?”
“Read it after school. Thanks.” With that he got up and left as quickly as he had arrived.
Did…did he just thank me for taking the letter? What in the world is in this thing??
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Pyro sighed as he finished packing up his stuff to get ready to leave school. The soldier had, in fact, left him alone the rest of the day once he had given him the letter. The fact that he didn’t want him to read it until after school made him…nervous, but he was sure he’d be fine. He’d been actually fairly nice about the giving of it, and had even left him alone after that, so it probably wasn’t too bad, right?
Shrugging, he grabbed his things as the bell rang and headed out to where Dinnerbone was waiting.
“Hey Dinnerbone. What happened with Millbee?”
“He’s out practicing for football1, why, you wanted to talk to him?”
“No, no. You’re actually easier to talk to, don’t tell him that!”
Dinnerbone laughed at that, amused.
“Ha, don’t worry about that! Hey, what are you holding?”
Pyro looked down at the letter as they walked slowly.
“It’s a letter. From that soldier. Said to wait until after school to read it.”
Dinnerbone blinked and stopped, with Pyro following suit.
“So, so, read it now! What, what’s he doing now?”
Pyro shrugged and opened it and read it, blinking rapidly by the end of the letter. He sighed to himself and shook his he slowly back and forth.
“What? What does it say? What?”
Pyro shook his head slowly and silently handed the letter over for Dinnerbone to read.
Dinnerbone looked at it and read it silently to himself.
Hello Connolly. I haven’t meant to upset you, however, I do in fact, want to talk to you about that riot, since it rather impacts both of us. I’ve been trying to learn what happened then, and I’ve exhausted the list of everyone I could talk to, until you showed up and…it got…mentioned.
I really am sorry for forcing you to remember that riot, it was very bad, and what you must have seen, well, I know what happened to me at least, and the idea that you even had to hear that is just. That plus what happened to your fellow protesters is just…I…I am sorry about that. I still don’t know how or why things got kicked off.
But in any case. I do want to talk about what happened ten months ago. I’ve talked with all of my, erm…co-workers, and they claim to have not seen anything, as focused as they were with what they were doing at the time. I mean, you were probably, erm, busy yourself, trying to get somewhere safer, but well, I want to at least get to talk to you about it! I don’t know how much if anything you know about what happened, but well, it’s at least something new.
So, um. There’s a park about a three blocks from the school, it’s a nice place. It’s got lots of benches and gazebos and such. And a place to buy food, even.
Park. Nice place. Why don’t we meet sometime on Saturday, since you don’t have school then? Just um, pick a time and let me know, and I’ll meet you there. Right. Write me back and give me your answer tomorrow, please.
It was signed as Sincerely, BTC with something scribbled out under the BTC part, to which Dinnerbone blinked slightly.
“Erm.”
“Yeah. So, uh…you doing anything Saturday, Dinnerbone?”
Dinnerbone blinked at him for a long while before slowly starting to walk again.
“No. I suppose it’s the only way to get him to stop bothering you?”
“Probably, so I’d like you to go with me. How does, like, one pm sound?”
“Sounds fine to me, I’d be glad to go with you.”
“Thanks.”
Dinnerbone nodded at Pyro as they got back to the house.
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Pyro stared at the piece of paper as though it were mortally offending him. Given that it was a letter he was trying to write and failing at, it probably was.
“Why does writing have to be so difficult!”
He sighed again at the paper before trying again to write something. At this point, he was simply glad he had decided to finish his homework before trying to write this stupid letter.
Hello BTC.
Fine. We can meet at that park, at one pm. I’ve been told there is an open style gazebo that is partly surrounded by willow trees, which should work. I’ll wait a half hour, if you don’t get there by then, I’m leaving.
Pádraig Ó Conghaile/Paul Connolly
He wasn’t too sure about putting down his Irish name, but surely this soldier had to know that Paul wouldn’t have been his birth name, after all.
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Pyro sighed. Today was Friday, and he just wanted the day to be over with. Lunch time was almost over, and he was starting to doubt that that soldier would even show up to get the freaking reply.
Just as soon as he thought that, BTC appeared in front of the table and sat down.
“Hello Connolly.”
Pyro stared at him for a moment. Did he know what I was thinking??
“Hello. Here.” With that, he shoved the letter across the table at BTC and went back to staring at him.
“Thanks.” He took the letter and read it quickly.
“Okay. See you later.” With that, he got up and taking the letter with him, promptly vanished in much the same manner as he had appeared.
Pyro just shook his head slowly at that. Just how strange was this man, anyways??
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Dinnerbone looked at his clock. Why was he awake at eight in the morning on a Saturday? Oh, right, he was going with Pyro to the park today, and that very annoying soldier would be there.
He really hoped today would go well for everyone involved.
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Notes, etc.
1 Soccer
Link to Part Twenty - http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/648599.html#cutid1
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