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Miguel Brauer (blksmith_miguel) wrote in oldwest_rpg,
@ 2008-05-05 23:27:00

Entry tags:

miguel brauer, runs with wolves

Who: Miguel Brauer, OPEN
Where: The main strip of Shelby, where most businesses reside.
When: May 6, 1867; Mid-afternoon
Status: Incomplete
Summary: TBD

When he'd awoken that morning Miguel had every intention of simply staying at the smith and working away with the sun. Of course, that was until he took note that the sun seemed to be taking a break that day. She was busy relaxing away behind a few clouds as they worked, covering the land with a light rain.

Now Miguel was grateful for the gift of rainfall, truly he was. But he was not so grateful that it rendered him unable to finish the wagon wheels he'd begun working on the previous day. No in fact this had him a bit grumpy. Miguel was not a man who enjoyed having to change his days plans at last minuet. But the smith wasn't quite large enough for him to move comfortably with the big door closed, but with it open the rain kept disrupting the temperature of his iron. So instead he'd worked on smaller items, mostly finishing up an order of horseshoes and nails, before the smith was quite warm and he needed the coolness of escaping.

His stomach also felt it was time to get a meal of some type in it. So Miguel put out his fire, closed up the smith, and headed out into town. The smith wasn't far from the main area of town, but far enough to keep all the other buildings safe if the fire should get out of control.

The nearer he grew to his destination, the more folk who offered him casual greetings. Despite having been in New Shelby for nearly the entire three years it'd been reestablish, Miguel was not past casual greetings with most of the town, having only spoken to most once or twice. Only the few who were at the smith often had he spoken to more then that.

Considering the semi-annoyed mood he was still in from his day being disrupted, it didn't seem today would be a day where he pushed any of those casual greetings into full conversations. No, if anything the large, somewhat grumpy, man would be avoiding most of those.

As he had just then, side stepping a lovely woman with only a quiet greeting. However by side stepping her, he ended up walking right in front of the person behind her. His size kept him upright. In fact he hardly felt the person run into him. This, of course, did not change the fact that he'd been run into and was now simply annoyed instead of semi-annoyed.

Despite it being almost entirely his own fault, Miguel felt he was the wronged party. Though he didn't say as much, not exactly one to push any boundaries, mostly because pushing boundaries could not be planned. So instead of something snappish and rude, he simply asked in his gruff voice, "you alright?"

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runswithwolves
2008-05-06 02:16 am UTC (link)

[i'm in ur scene, stalkin' uz]

Only luck had saved the young woman from having to work her shift at the inn on this day. True, the rains had most people indoors, and true, it was just after the hour that most people ate lunch; however, today seemed to be a slow day, and Runs with wolves had taken advantage of it by escaping the confines of the inn.

It was a mystery to her why so many people avoided the rainfall. This sky water was a gift from the gods, a blessing that should be celebrated rather than avoided.

The young Mojave woman found herself once again wandering the streets of the town, investigating the sights and smells that were still so strange to her. A week she had been here in this place called New Shelby. A week she had spent growing accustomed to the odd goings-on of these people. All these new things she had to learn were a bit overwhelming, and it was due to the distraction of such things that she didn't even notice she was about to walk into someone.

Too late to stop herself, Runs with wolves collided with a rather chubby white man. The collision failed to knock her over, but all the same she bounced back a little with the impact. More startled than hurt, the teenager lifted brown eyes to the face of the stranger. The hair covering his face - a beard, was it? - and the unusual shiny round objects suspended in front of his eyes were a bit unsettling, and made Runs with wolves respond in the language of her people.

She hastened to apologize. "Forgive me. I did not see you."

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blksmith_miguel
2008-05-06 03:15 am UTC (link)

[omgz, u iz!]

Though he was still very much annoyed by the entire situation, her obvious youth and heritage made his grumpy expression tone down just a touch. He felt no kinship to her, or anything like that, truly, but he knew from his youth that things could be especially rough to those of a darker skin (or of kin with darker skin, since he was not truly all that much darker then most).

Miguel looked slightly alarmed when she spoke, though it smoothed out after a moment. Unaccustomed to anyone in New Shelby speaking a language he'd learned from a fairly young age due to his mother. He raised his brow, giving a quick glance around them to be sure the woman had continued on, before he responded. Though his words sounded a little off from years of not being used. "Fine," he nodded. "You should be more watchful, folk are not always so kind." He spoke quietly. Though he was not exactly hiding who he was, he was not trying to share it either.

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runswithwolves
2008-05-06 03:37 am UTC (link)

Brown eyes widened when the man replied back to her in her own language. Taken aback, and wondering who exactly this man was to speak her language, if not perfectly, then at least well enough to be understood, she too cast a glance around the immediate area. No other eyes were upon them, but still Runs with wolves felt anxious.

"You speak Mojave?" This also in her native tongue, and, unlike the man's, her voice was raised in surprise.

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blksmith_miguel
2008-05-06 04:24 am UTC (link)

His own brown eyes watched her warily. Almost as if he expected something bad to happen. But then, he always expected something bad to happen, no matter who he was speaking with. Especially when they'd disrupted his day. Any day disrupter could never be fully trusted.

Hearing her speak again, along with her question, he realized while they spoke very similar languages, they weren't exactly the same. He hoped the differences didn't put such a large hindrance on the conversation. It was actually a bit refreshing to speak as he had in his youth, even it made him a touch uncomfortable to be doing so in the open as they were. "No, Quechan." He looked somewhat annoyed by her raised voice.

[ooc: at least from what I gathered reading about them they're similar. I could be mistaken though, likely am, so disclaimer of this being likely not 100% accurate. Heh.]

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runswithwolves
2008-05-22 06:13 am UTC (link)

[i am SO sorry for making you wait so long. ugh. *fails*]

The girl didn't seem to notice the man's annoyance, however. She was far too excited with the realization that someone in this strange and unfamiliar town spoke a language akin to hers. It didn't even matter to her that people along the street were frowning and speaking in hushed voices that no doubt were being directed toward the foreign speakers.

"I am Runs with wolves," she continued, a smile curving her lips. "It is nice to speak and be understood in a similar language." Here the teenager switched to her broken English. "My English not so good."

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blksmith_miguel
2008-05-24 07:13 am UTC (link)

[pssh, whatever hun. don't even worry about it. not like i haven't done it to you before. *snuggles*]

To Miguel the folk who frowned and spoke in hushed tones annoyed him further. He was lucky in that he didn't exactly have to worry about them no long coming to the blacksmith as he was the only one close and he did a damn fine job. But it was still unpleasant to have people talking about him in their hushed tones. He sent them a look he hoped showed how annoying he found them to be.

He still looked somewhat wary, since talking as they were out on the street could be one of those not exactly smart things people did sometimes. But he did look a little less grumpy when he replied, voice still on the quieter side. "I am Miguel. Yes, though I would not choose to do so here." He gave her a pointed look. He nodded at her broken English though, and continued speaking in Quechan instead of forcing her to understand him in English. "How long have you been speaking English?"

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runswithwolves
2008-05-27 03:13 am UTC (link)

Finally catching the man's meaning, the Mojave's eyes flickered about the street, noting the stares, the hushed voices, and becoming more insecure by the moment. It was strange that she had let herself get so distracted that she neglected to remain on the alert.

Runs with wolves followed Miguel's lead and lowered her voice. "One, maybe two summers," she answered, a slight frown creasing her forehead as she tried to remember. "You? How do you come to understand this language?"

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blksmith_miguel
2008-05-28 09:41 pm UTC (link)

The fact that he found himself feeling a kinship with the young girl, despite telling himself he did not, was troubling. Daniel had always joked that Miguel would someday find himself in the same position he had been in, but he'd never once believed the man until this moment. Which frankly just made him glare a little harder at the people whispering.

When she finally lowered his voice he seemed to relax just a little. He nodded as she answered. "Not long at all then." His own brow furrowed as he thought of how long ago it'd been. "It has been twenty summers now. It took many summers to learn."

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runswithwolves
2008-05-31 05:26 am UTC (link)

This last part made her frown deepen. Twenty summers? She sighed, wondering how good of a student Miguel was to have learned the language. If he was intelligent, twenty summers was a very short time. Runs with wolves had never considered herself intelligent, and the thought of spending twenty or more summers trying to learn English was not something that pleased her. If only she hadn't had to leave home...

"That is a long time," she said, disappointment clear in her voice. Brown eyes momentarily flickered to the ground before raising back to the man's face. "And you live here? In this town?"

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blksmith_miguel
2008-06-08 07:28 am UTC (link)

Miguel noticed her sigh, remembered how frustrated he'd been when he was first trying to grasp the foreign language. It'd been difficult, made only slightly more easy by his own determination to be able to get across what he was thinking to the older man.

He made a noise of agreement at that, having no words or desire to placate her disappointment. "I live here, yes. I am the blacksmith." There was a strange sort of pride to his voice. Being a blacksmith was something he loved and cherished. Which gave him an idea of sorts about her learning English, which caused his brown to furrow together as he thought about it. "To learn, one must have strong desire." He wasn't so sure this girl had that desire though, so he waited to see if she had anything to say about it.

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runswithwolves
2008-06-13 02:06 am UTC (link)

Runs with wolves bobbed her head in acknowledgement of his occupation. She had no personal first-hand experience in watching the art of blacksmithery, but had heard of it from the few kind white men who had come to her tribe in the past. It was a strange art, manipulating iron and other metals, but one she found herself to be curious about.

At what he said next, Runs with wolves considered. She did have a great desire to learn the language of her father, although she did hold a bit of contempt for it at the same time. It would be a useful thing to have, knowledge of another language, and perhaps it would help to better conceal her heritage to those who meant her harm. After all, Runs with wolves' skin was not nearly as dark as some of the other Mojave, and were she to perhaps lessen the fact that she had what some called 'ignorant speech' then perhaps she could better blend in.

Her lips curved upward into a tiny smile. "I have big want to learn."

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