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Post by Race on Jan 19, 2012 0:12:53 GMT -5
Ever wondered how Spot became who he is? Or Max? What were they like before they became the leaders they are known for now? How did Max end up all the way over in The Bronx and why did he not take Spot with him? Well..now you get to find out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Damon held onto the small boy by the back of his shirt, "Max if ye lean o'er anymore ya gunna fall off the boat.." his thick Irish brogue chided, the kid was tiny, he hated they had made this trip with Max only three, but they had had to make the move from Ireland now or never, things were getting violent over there, and Flanna insisted she didn't want her boys growing up amoungst it. He looked over at his wife, about to burst with their second son, he smiled, she was his everything, they'd married young and before he knew it Max had been borned, "Ah..boy wha' I tell ya..." he picked his son up, who stole his hat. "But Da look! I's tha' lady!" the small boy said, pointing at The Statue of Liberty with a small chubby finger, his father's cap slid down over bright blue eyes, he sniffed, having contracted a cold in steerage. He was three, barely old enough to do much than toddle around after the older boys and prattle on about everything. "Flynn sai' she walked on water." "Flynn's full'a horse shit.." Damon said, "She' don' walk on water, she light's our way int'New York, int'America. "Wha's sheet Da?" Max asked loudly.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 19, 2012 0:22:17 GMT -5
Flanna smiled down at her son. "It's not a very nice word. Especially for little boys," she said kindly, pulling the hat back up on Max's head and out of his eyes. "Oh!" she gave a start, her hand flying to her huge belly. "Yer little brother's kickin' again." Her blue eyes sparkled as she said it. There was really no way to know if it would be a boy or a girl, but her intuition told her that it was another boy.
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Post by Race on Jan 19, 2012 0:48:12 GMT -5
"How's he gunna get out of there?" Max asked, rolling in Damon's arms to get closer to his mother's belly. He'd been curious since they had told him about it, Damon had almost slipped a couple of times and told him how it worked, until his mother stopped him.
"mi Dia boy..." Damon said, readjusting his arms as the toddler rolled, he smiled a little, "Max what do you wanna name it?"
"Can I name i' cheese?" Max asked, "I like cheese..."
"No..we ain' namin' ya brother after dairy..." Damon frowned, stealing his hat back and ruffling his son's hair, grinning.
"Bu' then every one will like him..." Max said.
The boat signaled docking at the immigration centers, someone yelled for them all to make their way to the gangplank with their bags. Damon picked up most of their bigger bags, "Max pu' that down ya can' carry it, here.." he picked his son back up and balanced him on his shoulder, handing him a stuffed bear to keep him occupied. "Flanna, don' try t'life anythin', I got it."
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 19, 2012 0:58:18 GMT -5
Flanna grinned at Damon. "I'm pregnant, not disabled!" she teased him. "At least let me get one of the smaller ones."
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Post by Race on Jan 19, 2012 1:09:32 GMT -5
Damon handed her one of the lighter ones, they'd practically packed everything they owned into duffels and bags, sending the larger things like their trunks and furniture ahead.
Max balanced on his dad's shoulder, watching the people pass by, trying to get a good look at the transfer buildings. the older boys had told him horror stories of it, he knew they were probably all bluffing, but he still was afraid of this new place, this America, he didn't know what to expect from it.
The small family eventually made it to one of the processing desks, after Max was looked over and decided upon that he had just a cold, and Flanna was held up for five hours because she was pregnant. They'd been there for nearly twelve hours, Damon napping in the corner with Max sprawled on his stomach, when they were called to the desk.
"Name?"
'Damon and Flanna Conlon, with our son Max...Dublin, Ireland" Damon repeated for the millionth time today.
The man smiled at them, stamping something on three sheets, "Welcome to America." he grinned, handing them their paperwork.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 19, 2012 1:18:30 GMT -5
Flanna was thankful that it was finally all over. She was tired with swollen ankles and remnants of seasickness. Still, though she was weary, she kept up a cheery mood for the other two. She reached down to take Max's hand as they walked. "Are you excited?" she asked him, smiling.
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Post by Race on Jan 19, 2012 1:27:49 GMT -5
Max looked up at his mother, grinning, then looked worried, "Are there other kids like me here?" he asked, worried he'd be the only kid there.
Damon laughed, "Max, there are neighborhoods 'a kids! Don' worry about it..." he grinned, "First thing, we need an apartment, then in th' mornin' I'll go find a job..." he looked at his wife, smiling at her, "An' he'll be the first Conlon born in' America," his eyes lingered on her tummy.
Within a few hours Damon managed to use what money they brought over to get an apartment in the Irish part of Brooklyn, it was partially furnished, two bedrooms, one of the last, and the man, taking pity on Flanna gave it to them cheap. Max ran around the small apartment, running in and out of the rooms yelling, "I AM AN AMERICANT!" he ran into his dad bringing a trunk up, making him drop it on his foot.
"damnaigh sé!" Damon yelled, grabbing his foot, he glared at Max, "Watch what ya doin' son!" he yelled.
Max started crying, not knowing what he did.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 19, 2012 1:52:40 GMT -5
Flanna knelt down in front of Max with some difficulty. "Shh, don' cry child." she said, smoothing his hair and hugging him to her tightly. "He didn't mean anything by it."
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Post by Race on Jan 20, 2012 19:15:15 GMT -5
Max sniffed, looking up at her with big blue eyes, "But Da yelled at me..." he pouted.
Damon sighed, not being able to look at the kids face, "I didn't mean anythin' Max...it was an accident," he smiled, then scooped the kid up, tickling him and turning him upside down, blowing a raspberry on his tummy.
Max laughed, grabbing aholt of Damon's hat again and running off with it once his dad put him down. "I'MMA AMERICANT!" he yelled, taking off again.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 20, 2012 19:34:39 GMT -5
Flanna laughed and kissed both of them on the cheek, heading off to unpack a few things before she started dinner.
(( We'll just say they got a few groceries earlier XD ))
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Post by Race on Jan 20, 2012 20:10:07 GMT -5
Max was exploring the entire apartment building, running around with his dad's hat on, weaving in and out of his fathers legs as he brought up big items like the chair they had had shipped from Ireland, and the couch, their beds. He followed his dad into his bedroom, watching his dad set up his bed, "Da...where's the baby goin' to sleep?" he asked, sitting in a chair, his little feet hanging off the edge.
"In a cradle in our room I suppose." Damon fastened the frame to the headboard, then shoved the mattress on, he turned and picked Max up and set him on his new bed.
Max rolled on it, then looked back up at his dad "Can he stay in my room?" he asked.
Damon laughed, "Ask your mam...it's up t'her."
Max went running into the kitchen, tugging on his mother's skirt, "Can the baby stay in my room?!" he asked excitedly, clutching his dad's hat.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 20, 2012 21:12:42 GMT -5
"If you want him to." Flanna said, smiling at him. "But he will cry a lot, especially durin' th' night. Do you think you could handle that?"
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Post by Race on Jan 20, 2012 21:39:03 GMT -5
"Yes!" Max said, "I can stuff me head under the pillow!"
~A month later~
Damon had been lucky to get a job at the docks, loading and unloading cargo. He'd worked there a month already and was bringing in fairly good money. He hated coming home tired though, especially when Flanna needed him, or if he worked overtime. That's where he was now, overtime. He was working quickly to get home, Flanna had said something about getting a feeling that the baby was going to come real soon. He didn't want to miss it and leave her there to have him with just Max there.
Max had spent most of the day toddling around the apartment, his dad had bought him a set of blocks when his first paycheck was given, and he was building and rebuilding giant imitations of the buildings outside his window, and knocking them down. He'd watched his mother all day, having heard them say his brother was coming any day now. He picked up one of the blocks looking it over, it had a giant M on it in red paint, he set it down then found an A, he spelled his name, out examining his handiwork, his dad had shown him how to do that to give him something to do while he was at work. "Mam!" he ran out his door looking for his mother, "I did it! I spelled my name!"
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 20, 2012 21:52:17 GMT -5
"Good job! Let's see it then!" she said proudly, waddling over to follow him into his room. "Oh!" she stopped outside the doorway to Max's room, her water breaking in the middle of the living room. Something was wrong, she could feel it. A sudden sharp pain unlike that of a contraction made her lean against the wall, her breathing speeding up. She felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. "The baby is coming!"
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Post by Race on Jan 20, 2012 21:58:57 GMT -5
Max stared, "Why'd you pee in thuh floor? You told me I can't do that!" the he heard her and his little eyes got wide, he went running out the apartment door yelling, "MY LITTLE BRUDDER IS COMING!" he ran up the hall as fast as his little legs could carry him, banging on doors, "MY BRUDDER IS COMING AN' MAM PEED HER SELF! HELP! SOMEONE!" he finally got aholt of a woman down the hall who came to help.
"Land's sake child..." the woman followed the small little boy back to the apartment, going over to Flanna, "Okay dear...the landlords called a doctor, let's get you settled in for this huh? " she guided Flanna to the bed, Max standing outside the door looking worried.
The word traveled fast, and someone yelled at Damon "HEY CONLON! Ya go' a kid on the way!" Damon stopped what he was doing and grinned, then frowned, "I need someone t'take my place here!" he motioned to a giant net full of cargo, another guy came up and took it for him, and started towards the apartment, hoping he wouldn't be too late.
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