Jackson Reed
School Groundskeeper
Some bonds are stronger than blood.
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Post by Jackson Reed on Jul 15, 2015 2:17:33 GMT -5
Smiling as the girl walked back over, Jackson looked down as she held her hands up to him. Jackson looked down at the grasshopper that was cupped in her delicate fingers. Looking back to Maureen, he smiled, and nodded. "Right, so all I have to do is make a request?" When she nodded, he smiled and crouched down some more.
Whispering quietly to the grasshopper. Pausing he looks up, then goes back to whisperING with the grasshopper. "Good you will? Excellent!" Standing up, Jackson smiled at Maureen.
"So, this little guy, thinks he can sing the star of the county down." Smiling, he folds his hands, and loops down at the bug, "come on now."
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Post by Maureen Brady-O'Brien on Jul 23, 2015 14:02:10 GMT -5
Maureen couldn't help but giggle at how secretive he was being. It was as though he were having some sort of peace conference with the grasshopper. Then he finished, and straightened up only to announce what song he had requested.
For a moment, she just looked at him, and then she turned to kneel in the grass, returning the insect gently to its position in the center of the fairy circle. "Well, all right, then," she said, her back to Jackson as she blushed furiously. "Sing for us, kind little sir?"
What a fool she was being! Stop it, Maureen scolded herself, as the little grasshopper reared up and cleared its throat. But it was a romantic song that he had requested! A song about a beautiful girl! That was ... did that mean something? Or ...
"Near to Banbridge Town in the County Down
One evening last July ... "
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Jackson Reed
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Post by Jackson Reed on Jul 30, 2015 1:32:44 GMT -5
From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
Jackson smiled watching the girl as her face lit up. The way her eyes sparkled as the little grasshopper sang with a voice much larger than its body. It really was quite endearing, seeing her so happy aster what had happened.
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut brown hair
Watching Maureen do nothing short of glow. Jackson stepped back aND bowed to her, his hand extended. "Miss O'Brien, might I have the pleasure of a dance?"
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really there.
This was okay, right? After all he was just trying to help his friends sister feel better. It was not wrong, or weird, at all. It was all perfectly fine.
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Post by Maureen Brady-O'Brien on Jul 31, 2015 23:38:37 GMT -5
What? Had he really just asked that? Well, that sounded like fun! And it wasn't as though Fin had to know about everything. He didn't need to know about a simple, innocent little dance with a singing grasshopper providing the music. She turned with a grin and stood up. "Why, of course, Mr. Reed," Maureen replied with a playful little curtsy before taking his hand.
"From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin Town ... "
With a little tug, Maureen was pulled closer, and she rested a hand lightly on Jackson's shoulder as an innocent blush rose in her cheeks and a laugh escaped her lips. It was pleasant to spend time with someone who wasn't so afraid of Finley that he wouldn't ask her to dance. After all, maybe she was developing a stupid little schoolgirl crush, but it wasn't as though she would ever admit it, so it really didn't matter. It was all just harmless fun.
"No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen that I met in the County Down."
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Jackson Reed
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Post by Jackson Reed on Aug 1, 2015 1:05:06 GMT -5
As she onward sped I shook my head
And I gazed with a feeling queer
Jackson pulled Maureen close, holding her near, as they moved to the music. It felt good to dance again, to just let the music and his feet carry him. That was the nice thing about his short relationship in France, she always wanted to dance.
And I said, says I, to a passerby
"Who's your one with the nut-brown hair?"
Smiling down at Maureen, Jackson held her closer, letting the music envelop them. Letting his head rest against the top of hers, Jackson smile remained. It was so peaceful down here near this spot. In truth he didn't care about Finley in this moment. It was nothing wrong with this, it was perfectly fine between them.
He smiled at me, and with pride says he,
"She's the gem of old Ireland's crown.
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