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Post by CelticCailín on Jan 27, 2012 17:31:47 GMT -5
Slowly, Erinn took his hand, and rose to her feet.
'Thank you.' she said shyly.
'Ah don't mention it, lass. The name's Damian, Damian Callaghan. What might yours be?'
Erinn thought for a moment, wondering how much to reveal to this kind stranger. Just her name, that would be okay. It would be okay if someone knew who she was. That was allowed.
'I'm Erinn Kelly. I.. I'm trying to find out who I am, who and where me family might be, that is assuming I have any kin left somewhere.' Erinn felt a little panicked, she had revealed too much, but he looked so trustworthy, she felt as if it was alright to have told Damian who she was, or at least who she had been told she was.
'Erinn.. As in the Irish word for Ireland, right? That's a unique name. If you don' mind me askin', how do ye know know who ye are?' Damian was being cautious, this girl's expression resembled to him the appearance of a frightened deer, scared but obviously needing help.
'Yes, I know my name is the word for Ireland, but I, I don't know why I'm named so, or who chose it for me. I don't know who I am because I was raised in an orphanage, and the sisters there always told me I was left on the steps with nobody, no records, nothing. I was just an.. an unwanted one. A Forgotten, I am.'
It took all her might not to let a tear drop on her last words about being unwanted and forgotten. But that was the truth, it was the real story unless somehow she discovered another answer, something that made sense. Erinn couldn't, for the very life of her, begin to imagine how or why her mother or whoever had first cared for her could just leave her to the sisters, and not ever want to know how she was getting on. But that was life, that was the question that haunted her good dreams, and made Erinn toss and turn late at night.
'Maybe I can help you, two heads are better than one, aye?'
'Alright, I don't know why but I feel like I should trust you, like you're the key to finding out something I need to know..' she blushed and lowered her eyes to the ground, having said too much.
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Post by CelticCailín on Jan 27, 2012 20:29:11 GMT -5
Damian flashed her a smile, knowing it must be difficult for her to open up to people. 'Well then, we will just have to find out what it is you feel you need to know.' he answered warmly. 'Say, do ye happen ta be one of them Callaghan clan that owns all of this here city, Ballymena and two counties as well?' 'Yeah, I am actually. I guess it's just that we had a wee bit more land two hundred years back, and it just kept on growin'.' he was acting very nonchalant about his family's wealthiness, it was a bit of an uncomfortable topic of conversation at best. Out of nowhere, it suddenly started to pour rain, like Ireland's personal water tap had decided to turn itself on just then. Erinn glanced over at the lad as if to say they should get out of the rain. 'Come on, my home isn't far from here, we can stay there till the rain passes. Then we'll figure out what to do.' The girl just nodded, and off they went, Damian leading the way. He stopped abruptly, an handed over his coat to Erinn, who just smiled gratefully in response. For a reason Damian couldn't shake, he had this feeling he knew her somehow. This thought bugged him until they reached the front door of his home about ten minutes later. As they stepped into the grand foyer, Erinn gasped out loud, it was so elaborate, so luxurious! A gigantic candelabra hung from the ceiling, seemingly dripping gold and silver, the doors were all a dark oaken shade, the floors were pure snow white marble. She felt unworthy to be surrounded by such opulence, but reminded herself that it was only objects, she needn't be intimidated by material possessions, no matter how ornate they be. Still, an edge of austerity was in the air that she couldn't seem to shake, like a sopping wet jacket that is hard to unbutton and get off. 'This is your home?' she said, more as a statement than a question. Her voice echoed and bounced off the far spaced walls of the long, foreboding hall. 'Yes, this is where I live.' he replied with a soft laugh. A servant walked past, eyeing Erinn closely. Damian handed the servant his drenched coat that she had been wearing. The lady walked off, with a searing glare in Erinn's direction. It sent a shiver down her spine, and she wasn't entirely sure why. Damian led Erinn upstairs, and found some of his sister's old clothes that she could wear till hers were dry. The designer jeans and expensive peridot blouse were foreign to her, but they fit almost perfect. A man in his early thirties was walking toward them, the expression on his face showing that he had no real sense of direction to his wanderings. He looked to Erinn as if he had been doing so for quite awhile. The man smiled at Damian, ruffling his hair like an older brother would do. They seemed very close, as if they did consider each other to be almost brothers. He glanced at Erinn, smiling politely and saying hello. Then he continued on meandering aimlessly throughout the huge mansion. Like he was trying to find his way out of a maze or something, thought Erinn. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So, what do you guys think of where this story is headed so far? Any guesses on what is to happen next, or who the mysterious man is?
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Post by celticbear on Jan 27, 2012 22:49:46 GMT -5
Dee! I'm Happy Erinn chose to trust Damo! And I have a feeling the dark brooding stranger is our own Sweet Dark Destroyer,RYAN KELLY!
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Post by CelticCailín on Jan 27, 2012 23:02:53 GMT -5
Suddenly, a scene flashed into Erinn's mind. There was a man, it was raining out. He was soaked with rain, and dressed all in black. He was crying, but it was hard to tell that with the rain. His eyes, she had seen those eyes before, somehow, somewhere! Piercing blue eyes she saw in her mind, and then she snapped back to reality. Erinn realized it wasn't something she had made up in her mind, she knew that crying man somehow, she had seen him before in her sixteen short years.
'What is it, Erinn?' asked Damian, seeing she had come to a sudden realization about something.
'I saw somebody.. It was a man with dark hair, blue eyes, it was raining and he was outside, he was cryin' over someone or somethin'... I've seen him before, years ago, I have a feeling I know him somehow...'
Oddly, the man who had just passed her by had a striking comparison in looks to her memory man. Maybe they were just a coincidence, she'd never known any men or anyone besides the sisters.. But if the man she'd just seen wasn't the memory man, then who was he and what had happened between himself and Erinn?!?
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Post by celticbear on Jan 28, 2012 1:15:56 GMT -5
I think the man Erinn just saw and her memory man are one in the same!
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Post by CelticCailín on Jan 28, 2012 20:47:03 GMT -5
'Damian, what is the name of the man who just passed by?' asked Erinn, hoping the name might ring bells in her memory, or lack thereof. 'His name is Ryan Kelly, he's a great friend of mine. He is staying with us right now for a holiday, but he lives in the Moy in Co. Tyrone up North.' Kelly.. Ryan Kelly.. He had the same last name as her, but his first name rang no bells, had no significant meaning to her at all. 'Does he have any family?' 'Uhm.. He rarely talks about his family, it seems to be a sensitive topic with him. He's mentioned an uncle in New York, that was about it. He can be quite the mysterious one at first glance, but he's really quite kind and a great listener; very empathetic.' shared Damian. He knew she was taking in every bit of information he gave her, maybe this was what she meant about him being the key to something for her? ~~||||~~~~~~~~~~~|||||||||~~~~~~~~~~~~|||||||| sorry this is short, I'm going to go update the emmet story too, I apologize it's short, hope you liked it! More tomorrow or in a few days, I just need to figure out where this is going, like I have said all my stories are just spot of the moment ideas and not pre planned.
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Post by celticbear on Jan 28, 2012 21:43:07 GMT -5
So the plot thickens! I have a funny feeling that somehow Erinn and Ryan are connected!
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Thank you, Lord, for a new day dawning, all over this land that we love
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Post by dollydaydream on Jan 29, 2012 0:04:15 GMT -5
OOOO. I like this one. Posts are a little short, but thats alright. Looking forward to the next part.
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Post by CelticCailín on Jan 29, 2012 2:52:38 GMT -5
Sorry the posts are always kind of short, with this story its been a little difficult to know what I want to happen, so the updates just kind of go short because I don't want to ruin them with my random ramblings that seem to make up all my writings.
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Post by CelticCailín on Jan 30, 2012 20:35:59 GMT -5
Damian glanced at Erinn for a moment, studying her features. She had the same dark hair and blue eyes as Ryan, but then again she also bore such a resemblance to Damian that she could pass for his sister, or as a close relative of Ryan's. And that mysterious, yet intriguing air about her that the man from the Moy possessed.
'What, you're looking at me kind of oddly... What are you thinking about?' questioned the already confused Erinn.
'Nothing, just how much you look like Ryan, and also kind of...' he trailed off awkwardly.
'Also kind of.... What?' she echoed back his words.
'Also kind of like me. Look in that mirror there.'
Erinn did as he'd said, and she gasped. She touched her reflection in the mirror, not being able to tear her eyes away from how much they resembled each other, though they were perfect strangers only an hour and a half ago.
'What do you think this means, then? That I look like that Ryan man and so like you at the same time?'
'I.. I don't know. That's what I'm trying to work out meself.' answered the lad.
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Post by celticbear on Jan 31, 2012 0:41:38 GMT -5
Ok Dee! This update cinches for me! Somehow Erinn is related to both Ryan and Damo! Now the only trick is to figure out that relationship!
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Post by CelticCailín on Feb 7, 2012 0:08:47 GMT -5
Damian reached for Erinn's hand, looking as if to tell her it was fine. She nodded shyly in response.
'Let's go talk to Ryan, see what we can find out, alright?' suggested Damian.
'Okay, seems as good a place to start as any.'
They ran down the stairs, and all about the house, searching for the Moy man. Finally, they found him in the sitting room, sat in a high backed leather chair, flipping through a very old, very dusty photo album. Damian knocked quietly on the opened door, making Ryan jump a little out of his chair. Ryan glanced over, and with relief realised it was only Damian.
'Yes, Damian? Is there something ye was wanting to talk about, lad?' asked Ryan, eyebrow arched in a questioning manner.
'Someone, rather than something, actually Ryan.'
At that remark, Ryan was visibly confused, from his chair, Erinn was hidden from his eyesight. Damian walked into the room, right in front of the waiting Ryan. He pulled gently on Erinn's wrist,easing her over to stand beside him and also in front of the man who had caught her eye. He saw that she was visibly anxious, and his gaze softened upon seeing her, he wanted to put this girl at ease, he didn't like being the source of other people's discomfort.
'And who might this be?' Ryan asked with a smile. He too, like Damian and Erinn herself, was silently shocked over how much they three looked alike. His own forget-me-not blue eyes glanced over into hers, and he couldn't believe this was happening, couldn't begin to comprehend the similarities between them. Same dark hair, pale complexion, and those oh so perfectly blue eyes. The kind that were specific to a select few.
'This is Erinn,--' Damian began, but Erinn cut him off, which surprised Damian at her being so emboldened.
'I'm Erinn, Erinn Kelly, Ryan sir.' she said bravely.
'Ah now, no need to be so formal. I'm Ryan Kelly, but I'm sure Callaghan laddie here has already filled you in on all that.' he chucked softly to himself, barely loud enough for Damian and Erinn to hear.
'He did, well only a little... I.. I feel like I have met you before, somehow, somewhere, Ryan. Damian pointed out to me how much I look like you, and him as well..' Erinn confessed.
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Post by celticbear on Feb 7, 2012 1:03:07 GMT -5
What! You stop there! Just when The getting is good! PLEASE TRY TO MAKE THE NEXT UPDATE LONGER! I'M DYING TO KNOW WHAT RYAN IS GOING TO REVEAL!
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Post by celticthundergirl on Mar 17, 2012 16:35:05 GMT -5
Please UPDATE!!!!
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Post by CelticCailín on Mar 23, 2012 22:31:50 GMT -5
At her remark, Ryan roused himself from his chair, and looked Erinn up and down slowly, as if he could figure out where and who this mysterious but familiar girl had come from, and who she was.
'You say your surname is also Kelly, correct?' questioned Ryan, trying to get to the middle of the puzzle.
'Yes... It is.' replied Erinn shyly. She just wanted to figure out who she was, and was feeling a bit uncomfortable in the current situation, surrounded by strangers.
Ryan sat back down in the chair, flipping intently through the old photos, almost causing a page to tear and rip completely out of the book. He found the page he was searching so intently for, and slid a photo out of the old, dusty, leather bound book. The photo was of a baby girl, it was black and white, and there in the photo was two people, a infant boy, and a younger Ryan. How was it that he had never seen this photo before, not noticed it, with all the times he had found himself tearing through the pages, as I'd willing those in the photos to speak and reveal their stories, reveal the reasons behind the serious looks that shadowed over their eyes and expressions. How could it be he had no recollection of this photo, nor the girl, but here it was, plain as day for anyone to see, there was a photo with them all, but she had never met Ryan nor Damian before that very day?
Damian noticed how Ryan was studying the photo, pouring over the image, eyebrows furrowed deep in thought, head down. He wondered what he could possibly be looking at. Curiousity got the best of him, and he walked over behind Ryan's chair, staring down at the image on the worn, tattered, and yellowed little piece of paper. He couldn't believe it, it was him as a wee wane, and Erinn, or at least a girl who looked her twin, was perched right beside him in the soft summer grass. They were both smiling, the only one that showed any hint of sombreness was the Moy man.
Damian snatched the photo away, and flipped it over to notice there was handwritten script on the other side. In a masculine, messy scrawl was written a few sentences. 'Summer 1996, Callaghan Estate, Ireland. Damian, Erinn, Ryan.' He had no notion as to who had written it, the handwriting was unfamiliar to him.
'Erinn, come see this.' Damian said to her urgently. She wondered what he could want, and walked over to stand beside him, and he handed her the worn photograph. Her hands trembled, and she gasped aloud to see herself in the picture, and when she read the writing on the back. How had she been in the photo, how did she know Ryan and Damian in her past? In the photo, she looked younger than she had been when she was placed in the miserable orphanage all those horrible, lonely years. But if she has known them, why had she been in an orphanage?? To that unspoken question, Erinn could think of no answer.
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