Irish Blood.   Posted by The Keeper.Group: 0
The Keeper
 GM, 1 post
Mon 22 Jan 2018
at 04:10
Irish Blood
The sun marked mid morning in the sky. The air was not yet hot but still had a bite to it as the rays danced off the water of the Mississippi and up into the air around the coasting steam boat. Plumes of black trailed behind as the magnificent boat broke through the water and followed the curves of the river towards New Orleans.

On board were a variety of passengers, all showing by their dress their various statuses. Some men wore top hats and had waxed mustaches, while others had dress shirts and suspenders. The women were all covered in multiple layers of cotton but some had dresses that where three people wide while others more demure and manageable. Bonnets and hats were adorned and even the children had smaller versions of headwear.

French was heard commonly and many announcements made on the boat were made first in French, and then English. There were several travelers, people who just wanted to see the trade hub of Louisiana or people who were visiting relatives, and they were all chatting with one another about "Boy this heat already?" or "Where is it you were from again?".

There was one traveler however who didn't talk to anyone but didn't stand out either. This was because she had squirreled herself away from the others so no one even knew she was aboard. She was not a stow away, she had paid her way, but she just didn't want to be around people. At the moment she was busily writing in her journal.

[Please describe Doireann. What she is writing (Gaelic or English?), and why is she on the boat. Where is she on the boat exactly and why is she headed to New Orleans? Also mention what is in her possession,(where is the gun and knife, does she have more clothes, does she have trinkets that help with her magic, etc).]
Doireann O'Toole
 player, 1 post
Mon 22 Jan 2018
at 21:36
Irish Blood
In reply to The Keeper (msg # 1):

Dorieann writes and reads both English and Gaelic, however when she is journaling she does write in her native tongue, Gaelic as it reminds her of where she came from. Doireann has a head full of red wavy hair that would reach her lower back if anyone ever saw it down, however it is always pinned up in a simple braided bun but errant strays are always escaping. Her eyes are violet as the heather in the fields of Ireland. It is said that an Irish person with violet eyes have been touched by the gods a little and sometimes she believes it. Slim of build with pale freckled skin she always tries to stay covered.

Sitting in an end sit under cover but where she can watch the spray of the water Dorieann is fascinated by this land, so unlike her lush fields this is dense and hot almost jungle like, in her opinion as she writes about what she sees. Her journaling include how the different people look as she writes to her ma, even though her ma will never see it.

After her parents were caught in a gang war Dorieann had a strong urge to come to New Orleans and she isn't sure why but she knew she had better follow her feelings.

" Ma, I just could not bring everything but I was able to bring three dresses with me and my bonnets and parasol. I have my knife strapped to my thigh and my gun is hiding in my corset just like da told me to. With several rounds of bullets in her bag around my wrist. I am not sure why I am being lead here but i listened to my thoughts just like you told me to. I am staying to myself and not talking to anyone but I still feel their eyes on me. "
Doireann pauses as she fingers the chain around her neck. The chain that holds her ma's heirloom, tree of life symbol out of silver with intricate detail with tiny emerald flecks that look like leaves.

Her ma used to have vision's or the Sight too as did her ma's ma/ The necklace haven been in the family for as long as any can remember.
The Keeper
 GM, 2 posts
Mon 22 Jan 2018
at 22:14
Irish Blood
The water sprayed just out of reach of Doireann. As the boat began to turn in a curve, birds flew from their nests on the nearby land. A trickle of laughter came through the lounge, the source a running boy making his way through the boat. He neighed like a horse as he appeared to be pretending to be a horse pulling a carriage. His blonde hair shined like gold and his green eyes sparkled with delight at his game. He zipped through the lounge but circled back and looked at Doireann.

He stood and stared at her.
Doireann O'Toole
 player, 2 posts
Mon 22 Jan 2018
at 23:10
Irish Blood
In reply to The Keeper (msg # 3):

Doireann would not normally look up but this little boy does make her smile and she will meet his gaze, nod and smile at him.
The Keeper
 GM, 3 posts
Mon 22 Jan 2018
at 23:40
Irish Blood
"You're hair is on fire..."

A man in a beige dress coat rushes in and scoops up the boy. He looks to be in his early twenties. "I'm so sorry!" He blushed. "My son is just excitable. Please excuse us." He scoops up the boy and walks to the outside decks.
Doireann O'Toole
 player, 3 posts
Tue 23 Jan 2018
at 00:09
Irish Blood
In reply to The Keeper (msg # 5):

Doireann smiles shyly. " Na. " She says with her Irish brogue, her voice normally soft but does speak up for the boy and man to hear. " Mah hair is red wee one. 'ave ya never seen red hair? " she says in her sing song accent.
The Keeper
 GM, 4 posts
Tue 23 Jan 2018
at 00:51
Irish Blood
Upon hearing her speak the boys eyes grow as wide as saucers before he manages to wiggle free of his father's grasp. He charges straight back to Doireann. "Woah..." He breathes. He climbs upon the bench beside her and shakes his head, finally answering her question.

The father laughs, obviously still embarrassed, and joins his son, placing a protective hand around him.

"Sorry about David here. I try to teach him manners..." He sighed and laughed again. "I'm John Singleton. This is David." He looked at Dorieann expectantly awaiting her introduction.
Doireann O'Toole
 player, 4 posts
Tue 23 Jan 2018
at 00:58
Irish Blood
In reply to The Keeper (msg # 7):

Doireann gives a shy smile. " I be Doireann O'Toole and wee David is just a telling the truth. He means no harm, curiosity is to be encouraged." Doireann shuts her journal and holds it on her lap. " I liked the way you were playing horsey David. "
The Keeper
 GM, 5 posts
Tue 23 Jan 2018
at 01:16
Irish Blood
The man eyes Doireann a moment but it quickly passes.

David on the other hand puffs out his chest and holds his head high. "I'm really good." He then demonstrates by galloping in a circle and neighing.

As the child plays John asks "Where are you from Miss O`Toole? Your accent is very interesting."
Doireann O'Toole
 player, 5 posts
Tue 23 Jan 2018
at 01:23
Irish Blood
In reply to The Keeper (msg # 9):

( Does John have a french accent or any kind of accent that would be common enough that she might know. )

" I am from Ireland, Mr. Singleton. " She quickly looks at Singleton's hands for scars of a working man or bites marks from a beast. She smiles at the boy as she wonders if she was sent here for them...to protect or prevent.
The Keeper
 GM, 6 posts
Tue 23 Jan 2018
at 01:34
Irish Blood
(The common speech is accented English. They all mix french in their speech. John has some callouses on his hands.)

"Oh wow. That's a mighty long way away." He paused to make sure David was okay after spinning and getting dizzy. He picks him up. "David and I went to visit my Mother last night and are returning today. My wife couldn't come because she had to help at the tailors. Hey, if you need anything done for your dress you should visit her. Her name is Megan Singleton at Abbot's Tailor." He beamed as he talked about his wife.
Doireann O'Toole
 player, 6 posts
Tue 23 Jan 2018
at 01:41
Irish Blood
In reply to The Keeper (msg # 11):

" Aye, thank you Mr. Singleton. That is kind of you. " She gives a little smile as she sees how much he loves his wife. " Excuse me, Mr. Singleton I am new to the area and I need a place to stay. Since it is clear how much you love your wife I feel i can ask you and you will not mistake what i am saying can you recommend a safe but inexpensive place to stay. "

(didn't intend for her to be talkative but that would make for poor rp.)
The Keeper
 GM, 7 posts
Tue 23 Jan 2018
at 01:53
Irish Blood
"Hmmm" John leans and holds his chin. "There's the inn off the main square but that's going to be the most expensive I would say. Oh! Mrs Margaret Baker has a bed and breakfast. Her husband passed last year and I bet she would cut down the price if you offered to help around a bit for her. That would be my choice. Besides...her beignets are not to be missed."

David by now had lost interest in his game and started to run towards the decks. "Anything else Miss O'Toole?"
Doireann O'Toole
 player, 7 posts
Tue 23 Jan 2018
at 01:56
Irish Blood
In reply to The Keeper (msg # 13):

" Nah and thank you Mr. Singleton. " Doireann gives a shy smile as she opens her book and will write about what just happened to her ma. Finishing her story she closes her book and looks up and around simply looking at the people around the steamboat as they head to New Orleans.
The Keeper
 GM, 8 posts
Tue 23 Jan 2018
at 20:08
Irish Blood
She saw many people passing and idling. Everyone was enjoying their time on the boat. Doireann was too but it did not compare to her feeling of awe when the boat approached the New Orleans harbor. The town seemed to reflect the sparkle of the glittering Mississippi. The roads were cobbled making the transport of deliveries from the boats quicker and easier. The clip clop of the horses hooves on the stone resonated in Doireann's ears. Color was everywhere, from women's dresses to the store fronts that lined the streets.

From harbor there was a main street lined with the most prominent shops, and Doireann noticed that the town all seemed to be lined geometrically. Everything was in a grid, making it easy to get lost at first. It seemed the further one got from the main street the more local and less commercial the shops became.

What surprised Doireann the most was perhaps the large mix of people she saw. White, black, Indian, she saw them all. They came from the stores, or they helped unload the ships, some even seemed to help run some of the shops. The buildings were large with decorated tresses and balconies. Further into town she saw two large areas on either side, one she assumed to be the French Quarter, the other to be the square with the famous ST. Johns Cathedral.

People where disembarking from the steam boat and talking about the shops they would visit or people they would see.
Doireann O'Toole
 player, 8 posts
Tue 23 Jan 2018
at 22:13
Irish Blood
In reply to The Keeper (msg # 15):

Doireann gets her bags and will head down the main street, looking at the shops. She does keep an eye out for places to stay specifically looking for Margret Bakers bed and breakfast. Starting on the main street she will walk to the end of the road before going a road over.
The Keeper
 GM, 9 posts
Wed 24 Jan 2018
at 00:48
Irish Blood
She meanders down the main square, dodging people and horses alike. The heat is intensified not only from the sun rising higher but also from being in a more congested area.

Children laugh and run by, mother coo and women giggle at the men who pass by. The shops all have their best items decorating the large front windows.

It takes Doireann thirty minutes to make it through the main Street with all the distractions and people in the way. It takes another twenty for her to find the Bed and Breakfast tucked away on one of the middle side roads. It was closer to the Cathedral side of town, Doirenn could see the steeple from the front door of the bed and breakfast.

The house was two stories but had no balcony. It did have a small courtyard where two small tables were set for guests to have breakfast. There was a very small pile of logs for fireplaces and at the back, near the robust oak tree, was an outhouse.

Once Doireann stepped up the three steps into the house she was greeted by the smell of fresh cookies and tea. The front room was open and airy with indoor green plants near all the windows. A small well worn rug was on the wooden floor and the well polished staircase was tucked into the right side of the room.

There was a small hallway going by the stairs, a large room to the left, and a room to the right. An elderly woman in her thirties came out from the left carrying a tray of refreshments. She spies Dorieann and stops in her tracks.

"Oh my!" Her voice was rough but sweet, with the French tint. "Hunny please come in. Please. Set your stuff down and I'll be right back alright?"