Private: Libby & Barty.

[Bartimaeus]

bump

~Barty

[Bartimaeus]

bump... again? D:

~Barty

[Bartimaeus]

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~Barty

[bluejeans]

((Sorry Barty. I was busy yesterday, and had a case of writers block ]: ))

Padraig stood outside the family house; he would have his own house if he was married. Padraig was usual, by his age most men would have been married with one child. However Padraig was strange, he didn’t even think about getting married. All the young man wanted was to get the English out of Ireland. The English had taken over most of the North but Padraig would do everything in his power to stop them from taking the midlands and south.

It was early, the sky was still dark and there was no sign of the sun rising. ‘Dawn is still a while off’ Padraig told himself. He had asked to meet the land lord but told him to met in the village, not at the house. “I better be off” He called after pushing the front door open a crack and didn’t yet for a reply, they would just waste time. Padraig walked along the dirt road, it took the man about an hour and a half to reach the small village. Now all he had to do was wait for this snob to arrive.

((Still got WB ._. so not the best post. Oh, yeah. Civil war will break out soon enough and Olivier Cromwell ( :[ ) will rule for awhile. That will probably have a huge effect on the RP P: ))

[Bartimaeus]

Snowfoot brushed down his jacket absent-mindedly, stepping outside. "Hurry up Henry, I expect the poor chap's been standing out there in the rain for hours now." He called, chuckling to himself as he did so. Henry came rushing along with a small smile upon his face. The two stepped into the car in a rather more light-hearted mood than yesterday. The black car with satin seats rode along the bumpy dirt paths and through narrow lanes as Snow and Henry became submerged in the same silence once more.
As they pulled up in the village lane, the two noticed the grumpy man standing in the streets filled with muddy puddles and grime. "Ugh... I still don't understand why he asked us to meet here. Ridiculous weather for this sort of thing..." Snowfoot began to grumble to himself, stepping out opf the car. He dipped his head slightly as he felt the gentle pitter pater of rain on his head.

~Barty

[Bartimaeus]

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~Barty

[Bartimaeus]

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~Barty

[Bartimaeus]

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~Barty

[bluejeans]

Padraig stood outside the small shop, that didn’t have many supplies. He had been waiting for quite awhile. He had planned on making his way home by now. Soon a car pulled up into the street. ‘This must be him’ Padraig muttered after running his fingers through his hair.
“I was starting to doubt you were coming.” Padraig said after walking up to the car. “I’m guessing you are my landlord.” He said, coldly.


((Rushed post /:))

[Bartimaeus]

(RAWR. Finally, xD)

Snowfoot looked over Padraig with drooped eyelids, as usual. "Yes." He turned his head slowly to the left, refusing to look the Irishman in the eye. "Now, could you please explain to me why you called me here? And if possible, could be go somewhere less... cold, wet, annoying." Snowfoot replied bluntly, hearing the ratataptap once more, pounding against his skull as he bobbed his head up and down to it, as if attempting some strange foreign dance.

~Barty