Loppiainen
Wicked Fan
A black sheep amongst the white. A boy amongst the girls.
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Post by Loppiainen on Nov 7, 2011 22:49:04 GMT -5
(I'm new here. Hope to lord I'm doing this right. Ha.)
This is just something that was floating around in my head for a while. Obviously, it's not finished, but I wanted to get a little bit of it out there and see what kind of response I get. :\
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“What are you doin’ in my bedroom?”
Ryan immediately stopped what he was doing; setting the small treasure box he’d picked up back down on the bedside table.
Standing in the open doorway- dressed in his nightshirt, and using one tiny hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes- was a little boy that Ryan recognized all too well.
The Landowner’s Son.
“Oh,” Ryan said. “Um... Hello, lad.”
“What are you doin’?” The Landowner’s Son repeated.
Ryan opened his mouth to reply, but couldn’t seem to find a way to explain to the boy exactly what he’d been up to.
“Well...” He trailed off.
“Were you stealin’?” The boy asked.
Ryan remained silent.
“You were,” The Landowner’s Son said. He walked over to his bed, and sat down.
“Maybe I was,” Ryan glared at the child, finally digging up the tenacity that he usually displayed.
“I know you were,” The Landowner’s Son nodded. “I’ve seen you steal from the villagers, too. Why do you do that? They don’t like it.”
Ryan rolled his eyes.
The Landowner’s Son motioned for Ryan to take a seat next to him on the bed. Hesitantly, Ryan complied.
“So, why?” The boy asked again.
Ryan sighed, “I haven’t got anything.”
“What d’you mean?” The Landowner’s Son looked up at the man. “Nothin’?”
“I live in a wagon. So, no. Nothin’,” Ryan said curtly. “And nobody’s just gonna give stuff to me. It doesn’t work that way.”
“Why not?”
“You know, you ask a lot o’ questions,” Ryan scoffed.
The boy simply stared at him.
“Fine, fine. It’s ‘cos I’m not from here. I don’t live in the village. I’m tresspassin’.”
“No, It’s because you’re a gypsy,” Ryan thought.
“That’s mean, that they do that,” The Landowner’s Son said. “Before, a long time ago, lots o’ people here weren’t part of the village, right? But we let ‘em in, so long they paid rent. So, why can’t they do that for you?”
“I told you, lad. I haven’t got anythin’. I can’t pay rent.” Ryan replied.
“Stop callin’ me ‘lad’. My name’s Paul,” The boy frowned. “And I’m not a lad. I’m a man, too.”
Ryan laughed at that. “A man, eh?” He said. “Some man you are. You only reach up to my waist.”
“I am one, though!” Paul stood up. “My daddy’s teachin’ me to use a sword, an’ everythin’!”
“Real men don’t call their fathers ‘Daddy’,” Ryan smiled.
“All my friend’s call them that,” Paul said. starting to grin back at him. “You prolly did. Didn’t you?”
Ryan said nothing. He only stared at the boy.
“What?” Paul’s smile fell. He sat back down.
Ryan looked away, and shook his head.
“You’ve got one, haven’t you?” Paul asked. “A daddy?”
Ryan quickly stood up, and picked up his rucksack from the floor.
“Why am I even talkin’ to you?” He growled as he began to leave.
Paul jumped up, and grabbed the man’s sleeve.
“Wait!” He cried.
“What?” Ryan asked roughly, shaking Paul’s hand away.
“You haven’t got one,” Paul said, barely audible. “Have you?” He looked up at Ryan with large blue eyes.
Ryan bit his lip.
“Not for a long time, no.”
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Post by CelticPrincess24 on Nov 7, 2011 23:22:54 GMT -5
First off, welcome to Nox! And yes, you did it right!
Secondly, I love it so far! I can't wait to see more! Please, update when you can!
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Post by CelticCailín on Nov 7, 2011 23:45:15 GMT -5
Great first post, can't wait to see the next update!
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Post by GalwayGirl on Nov 7, 2011 23:50:39 GMT -5
Yes Welcome to Nox!! I love the beginning of this story and I can't wait to read more!!!
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Post by celticbear on Nov 8, 2011 21:25:18 GMT -5
Hello Lopp! Welcome to Nox! And you did your first post correctly! It looks like since *Storm* came out everybody is doing their own Gypsy Ryan story! I love it! The whole conversation between Ryan and Paul is priceless! Looking forward to the next update!
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Post by laurenne on Nov 8, 2011 21:25:42 GMT -5
This is a great story so far, I love it. I can't wait for more.
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Loppiainen
Wicked Fan
A black sheep amongst the white. A boy amongst the girls.
Posts: 58
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Post by Loppiainen on Nov 8, 2011 23:24:12 GMT -5
Thank you all for the kind words! I'm currently in the process of finishing this first part. Originally, this was going to be a one-shot, but by the looks of it, it might end up having a few parts to it. : )
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 9, 2011 21:19:43 GMT -5
This is amazing!!!! You have a great start! Now, MORE! hehe update!
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Post by orinocoflow on Nov 10, 2011 0:31:45 GMT -5
i really like this story and would love to read more on it! Defo an original one on here--never seen something like this story line before. UPDATE SOON PLEASE!
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Loppiainen
Wicked Fan
A black sheep amongst the white. A boy amongst the girls.
Posts: 58
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Post by Loppiainen on Nov 11, 2011 0:39:36 GMT -5
Look what's finally being updated! Yay!!
If you read the first bit that I posted, you'll notice that the beginning of this part is nearly identical to that. The reason for that is because this update is more or less a revised version. I didn't just add stuff, I edited it, too. Some of it is different, so I recommend reading this update in its entirety, even though you think you've read it already.
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“What are you doin’ in my bedroom?”
Ryan immediately stopped what he was doing; setting the small treasure box he’d picked up back down on the bedside table.
Standing in the open doorway- dressed in his nightshirt, and using one tiny hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes- was a little boy that Ryan recognized all too well.
The Landowner’s Son.
“Oh,” Ryan said. “Um... Hello, lad.”
“What are you doin’?” The Landowner’s Son repeated.
Ryan opened his mouth to reply, but couldn’t seem to find a way to explain to the boy exactly what he’d been up to.
“Well...” He trailed off.
“Were you stealin’?” The boy asked.
Ryan remained silent.
“You were,” The Landowner’s Son said. He walked over to his bed, and sat down.
“Maybe I was,” Ryan glared at the child, finally digging up the tenacity that he usually displayed.
“I know you were,” The Landowner’s Son nodded. “I’ve seen you steal from the villagers, too. Why do you do that? They don’t like it.”
Ryan rolled his eyes.
The Landowner’s Son motioned for Ryan to take a seat next to him on the bed. Hesitantly, Ryan complied.
“So, why?” The boy asked again.
"Why d'you think?" Ryan sighed, “I haven’t got anything.”
“What d’you mean?” The Landowner’s Son looked up at the man. “Nothin’?”
“I live in a wagon. So, no. Nothin’,” Ryan said curtly. “And nobody’s just gonna give stuff to me like some charity. It doesn’t work that way.”
“Why not?”
“You know, you ask a lot o’ questions,” Ryan scoffed.
The boy simply stared at him.
Feeling uneasy about telling the child anything about himself, Ryan answered, “Fine, fine. It’s ‘cos I’m not from here. I don’t live in the village. I’m tresspassin’.”
“No, It’s because you’re a gypsy,” Ryan thought.
“That’s mean, that they do that,” The Landowner’s Son said. “Before, a long time ago, lots o’ people here weren’t part of the village, right? But we let ‘em in, so long they paid rent. So, why can’t they do that for you?”
“I told you, lad. I haven’t got anythin’. I can’t pay rent.” Ryan replied.
“Stop callin’ me ‘lad’. My name’s Paul,” The boy frowned. “And I’m not a lad. I’m a man, too.”
Ryan laughed at that. “A man, eh?” He said. “Some man you are. You only reach up to my waist.”
“I am one, though!” Paul stood up. “My daddy’s teachin’ me to use a sword, an’ everythin’!”
“Real men don’t call their fathers ‘Daddy’,” Ryan smiled.
“All my friend’s call them that,” Paul said. starting to grin back at him. “You prolly did when you were younger. Didn’t you?”
Ryan said nothing. He only stared at the boy.
“What?” Paul’s smile fell. He sat back down.
Ryan looked away, and shook his head.
“You’ve got one, haven’t you?” Paul asked. “A daddy?”
Ryan quickly stood up, and picked up his rucksack from the floor.
“Why am I even talkin’ to you?” He growled as he began to leave.
Paul jumped up, and grabbed the man’s sleeve.
“Wait!” He cried.
“What?” Ryan asked roughly, shaking Paul’s hand away.
“You haven’t got one,” Paul said, barely audible. “Have you?” He looked up at Ryan with large blue eyes.
Ryan bit his lip.
“Not for a long time, no.”
"How long?" Paul pulled Ryan back over to the bed, and sat him down.
"Oh, just a couple hundred years"
"A while," Ryan replied simply.
"Have you got any family?" Paul took a place next to Ryan.
"No one I haven't outlived."
"No," Ryan answered. Paul frowned.
"That's sad," He said. "What happened to them?"
"That's none o' your business," Ryan snapped.
Taken aback, Paul whimpered, "Sorry!"
Ryan froze, then sighed.
"I didn't mean to shout at ya. It's just- It's a long story."
"We've got all night," Paul shrugged.
"You've got to tell 'im somethin'," Ryan thought. "'Sides, what is he, eight? He'll forget what 'e heard by tomorrow morn', anyway."
"Lemme tell ya a secret," Ryan said reluctantly.
"Yeah?" Paul listened eagerly.
Ryan tensed.
"My family- my mam, dad, all o' them- they were human," He whispered to Paul.
The boy gave him a confused expression, raising one eyebrow and cocking his head to the side.
"But aren't you, as well?" He asked.
"Yeah." Ryan paused. "Well- Well, no. No, not exactly. I'm...Well, I am human. I just... Live longer."
"What d'you mean?" Paul moved so that he was sitting cross-legged on the bed.
"I mean," Ryan said. "I've lived longer than all o' my family. My mam and dad... They've been gone for ages. My brother and sister 'ave been gone for a while, too."
"You mean," Paul breathed. "They're dead?"
Ryan nodded.
Suddenly, there were two small arms wrapped around his middle.
"What're ya huggin' me for?" He laughed bitterly.
"Because you haven't got anyone else to do it," Paul answered.
At first, Ryan didn't say anything. He couldn't say anything. Why was this little boy so sympathetic? Why did he care about a stranger? Most people didn't start conversation with a man they found stealing valuables from their bedroom. But clearly, this boy was different.
"You know, I shouldn't be telling you any of this. It's supposed to be a secret," Ryan told the boy.
"Then I won't tell anyone," Paul said, releasing the man from his embrace. "You've nothing to worry about."
"You're not supposed to associate with me, either. If your father finds out, you'll be in an awful lot o' trouble, ya know."
"But so long as we're quiet, no one will know you're here," Paul reasoned.
"You have an answer for everything, don't ya?" Ryan laughed again, this time in a lighter tone.
"Pretty much," Paul answered smiling.
"Then tell me this," Ryan began. "Why is it that you're bein' so nice to me? You've only just met me, and you seem to know that I'm trouble."
"Yeah, but you're a person," Paul replied simply.
"And?" Ryan raised an eyebrow.
"And," Paul said. "That's just it. You've got feelings, haven't you? You said you were human. So, I'm gonna treat you like one, trouble or not."
Ryan stared at Paul for a moment.
"Why can't your ol' man be more like you?" He asked finally. "This village'd be a better place."
"I tell 'im that," Paul sighed, leaning back with his palms against the mattress. "I tell him that more people would want to live here if he didn't make the rent cost so much. I always hear folks complainin' about that. He doesn't treat poor people nice, and I can't stand it!"
"Hey, hush, now!" Ryan warned. "You'll wake someone up."
Paul covered his mouth with his hands.
"Sorry," He whispered.
"Yeah, well. I don't need anyone comin' after me at this time o' night. 'Specially not your da--" Ryan stopped as Paul yawned.
"You tired, lad?" He asked.
"No," Paul lied, too exhausted to notice Ryan's use of the word 'lad'.
Ryan studied Paul, who sat with his shoulders slouched, squeezing his eyes shut hard and then opening them wide in a bid to keep focused. "Aye, right," He rolled his eyes. "Look at you! You're dog-tired, there."
"Well...," Paul mumbled.
"Well," Ryan said. "You should get to sleep. It's gotta be way past midnight by now. Little boys oughtta be in bed at this hour."
"M'not a little boy," Paul muttered blearily.
"Sure you're not," Ryan stood up from the bed. "Now, I'm gonna leave ya be, so you can get some rest. A'right?"
Paul pouted.
"I don't have to sleep. We can keep talkin'."
Ryan shook his head.
"No. Sleep," He said, picking up his rucksack from the floor. "I'll come back sometime. Maybe."
"Maybe?" Paul repeated.
"A'right," Ryan sighed, making his way over to the door. "I'll be back, I promise."
Paul crawled under his bed covers.
"I'll be expectin' you back, then," He poked his head out from beneath the blanket.
"I will be," Ryan said. He smiled and waved to the boy- receiving an identical gesture back- before finally exiting the room.
"I promise."
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Post by dancer4life on Nov 11, 2011 1:27:35 GMT -5
Paul WOULD be that cute at that age. And I love the whole middle school machisimo. Welcome to Nox, Lopp. You're off to a great start
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 11, 2011 12:44:07 GMT -5
Soooo cute! And sad for Ryan Update?
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Post by GalwayGirl on Nov 11, 2011 16:03:58 GMT -5
This is great!! I love how cute and precocious Paul is!! So sad about Ryan though... Update soon please!
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Post by laurenne on Nov 11, 2011 19:01:37 GMT -5
Awww, I absolutely love it. Paul is so cute. More soon, please.
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Post by celticbear on Nov 11, 2011 23:47:16 GMT -5
Lop! I love the revised start and the whole Conversation between Ryan and Paul! Paul is so cute at the age of 8! And something tells me you have made Ryan an imortal Gypsy! I bet you got that idea from Ryan's song *The Midnight Well*
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