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Saoirse Georgina Kelly (ladensaol) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-13 21:14:00

Current music:	Got What You Wanted--Hanson
Entry tags:	emma dobbs, open, saoirse fawcett

Who: Saoirse and anyone!
What: Making friends!/Celebrating a break-up
When: June 28, 2002; Saoirse's night before her day off
Where: O'Malley's, London
Rating: PG-13 to start, because she's got a mouth on her
Status: Open/In Progress

Irish pubs were like little pieces of home to Saoirse. She was enjoying her evening with a pint or two, seated at the bar. It was the best place to meet new people, in her opinion. And here she was, with a man named Connor, arguing as to whether or not the O'Tooles should be allowed to rule of traditional Leinster.

"No, Connor, that's flippin shit, if you ask me. The O'Tooles were forced out of Kildare. My family is back, sure and that's the truth, but here you come along saying it ought to be the Maguires with power in Kildare? Please. I just broke up with a Maguire. He and his own aren't fit to shine the O'Tooles boots," she nodded before taking a gulp of her Harp.

Connor laughed. "I'll not be arguing the point with you anymore, Saoirse, my girl."

"Good, because I've had it up to here with your gibberish, Connor." They both laughed and she turned to order another drink.

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crazy_daisy
2008-07-15 01:31 am UTC (link)

Emma carefully went over the words in her mind. After she left Ireland as a child she had no one to practice the language with, and while she had attempted to keep up with it in books it wasn't at all the same, and she had become rusty at best and minimal at worst. She never let herself get too over her own head, always encouraging discussion in order to learn more but making it known from the beginning that she was no longer fluent.

"Dia is Muire duit" She replied. "Gabh mo leithscéal.
Níl agam ach beagáinín Gaeilge."

Trans: Hello, in reply. Pardon me. I am afraid that I only speak a little Irish.

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	ladensaol 2008-07-15 06:12 am UTC (link)
	"Ah, well, make sure you teach your babies what little you do know. We don't want to be losing it," Saoirse nodded before taking a drink. She looked around the bar again. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	crazy_daisy 2008-07-15 09:38 am UTC (link)
	Emma quirked a brow slightly at the other woman's sudden distraction but she didn't say anything of it. Instead she considered her words and nodded slowly, "I plan on relearning it myself." She replied pleasently. "I would rather know more to ensure the same doesn't happen to them." A sly, slight smile quirked her lips. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ladensaol 2008-07-15 01:32 pm UTC (link)
	"If you really wanted to have kept it, you'd have found a way," Saoirse replied simply. She took another sip of her drink before lighting up a clove and taking a puff. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

crazy_daisy
2008-07-15 03:49 pm UTC (link)

Emma's brow rose slowly as she watched the other female, her eyes on her but her mind thinking through the many possible answers that she could give to that simple, but very honest, statement. Many others could have taken an angered stance or snapped out a defensive response; however, Emma didn't see the benefit of that. What would be the point of becoming offended? Saoirse hadn't said anything other than the truth. Furthermore, defensiveness would be counterproductive. Nothing had been accused and nothing had been wrong.

Another option was explaining the situation. However, Emma dismissed that option right away. As much as she liked talking and explaining the 'hows' and 'whys', she would rather not tell her life story to a stranger.

Catching her bottom lip between her teeth in thought, she let out a mental sigh. Things, however, weren't as clear cut as Saoirse made them seem, sadly, not even for something like language-which in all honesty was complex in it's own right. Even if she hadn't moved to England to live her grandparents it was very much possible that she would have lost the language just the same; it was a common occurance. A sad one, yet something that tended to occur with any first language as children matured and learned others. Coming back to the moment, Emma replied sincerely, "If it was as easy as that I would have."

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	ladensaol 2008-07-15 04:40 pm UTC (link)
	"It never is though, is it?" Saoirse said dismissively. She downed the rest of her Harp and ordered another from Brian the Bartender. One should never get Saoirse started on the loss of her language. She worked hard at keeping it, going to school where no one spoke a lick of Irish and here was this chit saying it was too hard. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

crazy_daisy
2008-07-17 12:43 am UTC (link)

"You can lecture me on language when you've spend the last twenty years away from your homeland. It's easy to pontificate when the furthest you've been from your home is--what England, maybe Scotland. But the truth of the matter is that, like anyone else who leaves their homeland I was forced to adapt. Simple science really." Emma replied cooly, yet without much irritation.

Her tone was patient and contained a touch of understanding. Emma could comprehend Saoirse's dismissive tone and would never try to explain it away as something trivial. Both because she knew such strong loyalties and because Emma would never do something like that. Everyone's opinion was just as important as someone else's in her mind. However, in both Emma's personal opinion and through psychological research, she felt that it was unfair to expect someone to keep any thing of their culture, especially if they were a child when a change occurred. Yes, children were resilient but nature and life proved that adaptation (forced, willing, or the that gradually occurred when one wasn't noticing) tended to erase traits and habits that weren't practiced. It was something that occurred even in adults who were much more resistant to change. This simply was more than her own bias-although Emma would never deny that she was slightly more partial to that point of view because of her own experience-but knowledge gained from speaking to others and reading on the subject. That didn't, in the least, make the other woman wrong just because Emma had read it somewhere. Moreover, the truth was Emma respected Saoirse's pride. Nevertheless, Emma would not back down in making a logical argument. If the other female chose to continue the discussion, listen to Emma say, and manage to-objectively-convince the young woman that it was possible for a child (not simply Emma's nine year old self, but any child) to forcibly retain a completely different way of life than Emma would have no problem changing track and giving Saoirse her do. However, if it was going to become a close-minded impassioned whine of 'me, me, me' ... Emma knew a million ways of how one could extract oneself from an unpleasant conversation without any feelings being hurt.

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ladensaol
2008-07-17 01:37 pm UTC (link)

"Don't presume to know where I've been, Jackeen," Saoirse said as she picked up her fresh pint, gulped it. She could tell by the woman’s accent that she was a Dubliner. She flicked some ash off her clove and then took another puff. "People cross the world and lose not one lick of themselves and yes, I'll admit it's more difficult by yourself but it's not impossible. So don't give me that shit about it being too difficult. If you'd have wanted it badly enough, then you'd have found a way and would have my respect for it to boot. But alas, it seems that'll be one thing you won’t get from me.”

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crazy_daisy
2008-07-19 03:41 pm UTC (link)

Emma quirked a brow as she looked at the woman in front of her, "I am only assuming as you are assuming. Why is it that you can presume why I may know or may not know a language but I cannot 'presume to know' where you've been?" She asked calmly. Although her tone was still level, not raising in anger or lowering in cool icyness, Emma was growing truly irritated. "I find it amusing that those who bitch," She took in a calming breath. Looking down at her barely touched whiskey. She wouldn't say the drink was wasted. The conversation had been stimiling, to an extant; still, she would have preferred to come here and ended up enjoying herself. And Emma sure hated to curse. Nevertheless, it needed to be said and she was that annoyed with the entire situation. The discussion (if it could be call that, since discussions typically involved acknowledgement), her barely drunk whiskey, and the woman in front of her.

"I find it amusing that those who bitch," Emma repeated, more for her sake than Saoirse, although it couldn't hurt the entire situation more if the woman realized that she was acting rather childish. There was defending one views and there was play-ground bratiness that resulted in adults calling others names. Emma knew that she shouldn't even thinking it since she had fell to that level. Which is another thing that caused her to be irritated. "about not passing judgement are the first to do so. I'm not asking for your respect, even though to a limited extant you have mine, since you don't even know enough to be granting respect over the fact that I kept my father's language. All I am simply trying to do is explain to you the reason I lost a language I spoke as a child. All I receive from you is viterol. Which leads me to believe that you're not a very happy person which is sad. Perhaps that is not my place to cast stones, however, I've learned in my limited experience that those who judge everyone by their own standards are destined to be disappointed and usually end up dried up loney small people. Therefore, have fun with your judgement and your whiskey but don't ever expect to find someone who makes you happy because muirnín no one can make you happy when you so plainly hate yourself."

Trans (word in italics): sweetheart

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ladensaol
2008-07-19 11:07 pm UTC (link)

Saoirse watched the woman as she spoke, eyebrow raised in amusement. God, was she ever highstrung. "Oh, I hate myself, do I?" She started laughing. "You're lecturing me and making assumptions yet again. Also--" She wiggled her beer in the woman's face. "This be Harp, in case you've not noticed. It looks quite different from the whiskey you're drinking." She laughed derisively and then got up, and left the woman at the bar, to find another seat.

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