I don't know, I jsut felt like typing that.
I just thought I would pop in to say Hello, although no one really reads our blog anyway. Sorry, we've been busy. It's kind of hard being a runaway and living in a boat occasionally coming back to land and constantley afraid that you are going to be sent back to foster care again. ICK.
Yeah, so HELLO EVERYONE!
Silvana
Friday, April 17, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Ello Poppet
Hello everyone,
I too am a bit curious as to the fact of why there aren't any comments...It is quite a shame.
Well as my sister stated we came across an old shipyard, but please pardon my sister. You see, what she meant to say was that it was a ship graveyard, which is why she felt it was creepy. I personally was amazed because it held so much history and I felt that if I closed my eyes I could have stepped back in time, when these beautiful ships were seaworthy. I would have stayed longer, but Silvana was getting extremely frightened. She was jumping at the slightest little noise and kept on looking around as if some type of the monster would jump out of nowhere.
Then, when we made shore, I went off on my own, leaving my sister to get her modern rum, I'm not really sure what alcohol she drinks. So while she was getting drunk, I was getting us some money in my own special way. It was quite fun and I have always been quite good at it.
Baina Trinity
I too am a bit curious as to the fact of why there aren't any comments...It is quite a shame.
Well as my sister stated we came across an old shipyard, but please pardon my sister. You see, what she meant to say was that it was a ship graveyard, which is why she felt it was creepy. I personally was amazed because it held so much history and I felt that if I closed my eyes I could have stepped back in time, when these beautiful ships were seaworthy. I would have stayed longer, but Silvana was getting extremely frightened. She was jumping at the slightest little noise and kept on looking around as if some type of the monster would jump out of nowhere.
Then, when we made shore, I went off on my own, leaving my sister to get her modern rum, I'm not really sure what alcohol she drinks. So while she was getting drunk, I was getting us some money in my own special way. It was quite fun and I have always been quite good at it.
Baina Trinity
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Allo
Either we aren't popular or no one really knows about us. Or both. Whatever.
Um...So, we got lost a few days ago, but we came across a shipyard. Man, I'll tell you those things are creepy. Of course, Baina wanted to explore the area, but nasty creatures lurk in those areas. Besides, I felt like I was being watched by the dead. We followed it for a little while before coming across some shore. I'm not sure where we are in relation to places many of you would know, but it's nice here.
Baina is one of change and I, willingly admit, that I am not.
Well, I feel like getting a drink somewhere. Lukewarm water gets old. I'm thinking something more along the lines of sugary and sweet. And maybe something hot and salty to counter the drink. The best burgers in the world are here...
I've made myself even moreso hungry and thirsty. Baina is...uh...begging, in her own little way.
The unaware ne'er notice
The missing shilling
The golden watch
Until of course one us is caught
Yet, ne'er once have we
Been spotted on land or sea
At night, afternoon or day
We work hard and carful
With what we earn, what we got
Yet how we aquire it matters not
By slyness steal, unhinge her locket
Beware us, the plural pickpocket
Hopefully that explains a little on Baina's whereabouts. I really think I was born in the wrong century sometimes...I feel as if I am living in Charles Dicken's time. I have to go tend to the mutt here. He is bored. I think I will catch up to Baina and help a little. People are more suspicious of me though. It's a quiet person thing, I think.
Silvana Ebony
Um...So, we got lost a few days ago, but we came across a shipyard. Man, I'll tell you those things are creepy. Of course, Baina wanted to explore the area, but nasty creatures lurk in those areas. Besides, I felt like I was being watched by the dead. We followed it for a little while before coming across some shore. I'm not sure where we are in relation to places many of you would know, but it's nice here.
Baina is one of change and I, willingly admit, that I am not.
Well, I feel like getting a drink somewhere. Lukewarm water gets old. I'm thinking something more along the lines of sugary and sweet. And maybe something hot and salty to counter the drink. The best burgers in the world are here...
I've made myself even moreso hungry and thirsty. Baina is...uh...begging, in her own little way.
The unaware ne'er notice
The missing shilling
The golden watch
Until of course one us is caught
Yet, ne'er once have we
Been spotted on land or sea
At night, afternoon or day
We work hard and carful
With what we earn, what we got
Yet how we aquire it matters not
By slyness steal, unhinge her locket
Beware us, the plural pickpocket
Hopefully that explains a little on Baina's whereabouts. I really think I was born in the wrong century sometimes...I feel as if I am living in Charles Dicken's time. I have to go tend to the mutt here. He is bored. I think I will catch up to Baina and help a little. People are more suspicious of me though. It's a quiet person thing, I think.
Silvana Ebony
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Baina Trinity
Hello,
My name is Baina Trinity Emerson, twin sister of Silvana. Like my sister stated before, I was born on January 1, 1990...to a...already dead...mother...very morbid, i know...I am personally glad that I was not yet old enough to retain that memory. The reason of my mum's death is most likely the fact that we were born at home with no sterilized equipment, educated doctors, and medicines that could have saved her. Instead it was a midwife who delivered us into this world.
From what I have learned about our family, our da's name was Torrin Emerson and our mum's name was Fiona. They lived on a farm and though it was a hard life, they were able to get by and be happy. I don't remember much about our da. He had red hair and I'm not talking about flaming red...just red and soft bluish-green eyes. He was tall and quite strong from his work on the farm. I remember a tree there that I used to climb and at one point fell off and broke my arm...that was only a year before father died...Silvana never let me live that down because she had constantly told me that I would get hurt climbing the tree like I did, but to me...when I was up at the very top of the tree, I was free. I could see the entire world or at least as far as the eye could see. I used to wonder what it was like and dream of the places that our da had told stories about.
Our mum....I unfortunately only know about her through stories...She had long, wavy brown hair and warm chocolate eyes that da says people could easily get lost in. She used to play the piano and had the most beautiful singing voice. She was also a wonderful dancer, in fact, da met mum while dancing at a friend's party.
We also have a brother named Patrick, but I try not to mention him because Silvana and him were extremely close. He had brown hair and emerald green eyes...He was adopted because mum and da wanted a child, but the doctors had kept saying that they shouldn't. Today he would be 25 years old...I don't know what became of him...he ran away shortly before da died and never contacted us afterwards, not even Silvana.
My sister was always different and never had any real attachment with our da. I don't really know what she did most of her time, but she always seemed to be either in her room reading or out sitting by the pond. There is this one time that I remember very clearly. It was winter and the pond had frozen over. I had wanted to go play one it, but da said that it was to dangerous...After Patrick and him went out back to chop firewood, I decided to disobey da and go play, Silvana just shook her her head silently when I told her what I was doing. So I played on the ice, I was pretty much just slipping and sliding across it. It was a lot of fun, but then the ice suddenly broke underneath me and I fell into the freezing water with a small scream. I tried as hard as I could to get back up to the surface, but all I felt was ice. I remember hearing muffled voices, first one and then more. I don't know how but Silvana ended up in the water with me. It seemed like ages until da and Pat pulled us out. We got a scolding for that, but we also got lots of hot cocoa.
Anyway, after father died we went to live with our Aunt and Uncle, who lived near the ocean...and didn't really like Silvana for some reason...but gave me everything I asked for...They soon got really angry and said that they were sending Silvana to an orphanage and gave me the choice of either staying or going with her, I of course chose to go with her.
The orphanage was also near the ocean...but had a lot of rules that I felt were unnecessary so at seventeen me and Silvana broke out and stole a small ship...though she insists on calling her a boat. We pillage and plunder and have tons of rum, kidding! We don't really do that kind of stuff...well at least not most of the time...
Me? I have brownish-red hair, which is more brown than red and caramel colored eyes. Like my sister, I have an Irish/British accent and for the record, Silvana isn't that much taller than me. I'm also the more adventurous of the two of us and love the sea. I loved the sea ever since the first time I set eyes on it, which was when we were sent to live with our aunt and uncle. I'm usually friendly, but I do have a temper and am very protective of those that I care about. My sister and I are like yin and yang, two parts of a whole.
Well, thats my story, I hope you enjoyed it. I'll tell you more about our life at sea later.
-Baina
My name is Baina Trinity Emerson, twin sister of Silvana. Like my sister stated before, I was born on January 1, 1990...to a...already dead...mother...very morbid, i know...I am personally glad that I was not yet old enough to retain that memory. The reason of my mum's death is most likely the fact that we were born at home with no sterilized equipment, educated doctors, and medicines that could have saved her. Instead it was a midwife who delivered us into this world.
From what I have learned about our family, our da's name was Torrin Emerson and our mum's name was Fiona. They lived on a farm and though it was a hard life, they were able to get by and be happy. I don't remember much about our da. He had red hair and I'm not talking about flaming red...just red and soft bluish-green eyes. He was tall and quite strong from his work on the farm. I remember a tree there that I used to climb and at one point fell off and broke my arm...that was only a year before father died...Silvana never let me live that down because she had constantly told me that I would get hurt climbing the tree like I did, but to me...when I was up at the very top of the tree, I was free. I could see the entire world or at least as far as the eye could see. I used to wonder what it was like and dream of the places that our da had told stories about.
Our mum....I unfortunately only know about her through stories...She had long, wavy brown hair and warm chocolate eyes that da says people could easily get lost in. She used to play the piano and had the most beautiful singing voice. She was also a wonderful dancer, in fact, da met mum while dancing at a friend's party.
We also have a brother named Patrick, but I try not to mention him because Silvana and him were extremely close. He had brown hair and emerald green eyes...He was adopted because mum and da wanted a child, but the doctors had kept saying that they shouldn't. Today he would be 25 years old...I don't know what became of him...he ran away shortly before da died and never contacted us afterwards, not even Silvana.
My sister was always different and never had any real attachment with our da. I don't really know what she did most of her time, but she always seemed to be either in her room reading or out sitting by the pond. There is this one time that I remember very clearly. It was winter and the pond had frozen over. I had wanted to go play one it, but da said that it was to dangerous...After Patrick and him went out back to chop firewood, I decided to disobey da and go play, Silvana just shook her her head silently when I told her what I was doing. So I played on the ice, I was pretty much just slipping and sliding across it. It was a lot of fun, but then the ice suddenly broke underneath me and I fell into the freezing water with a small scream. I tried as hard as I could to get back up to the surface, but all I felt was ice. I remember hearing muffled voices, first one and then more. I don't know how but Silvana ended up in the water with me. It seemed like ages until da and Pat pulled us out. We got a scolding for that, but we also got lots of hot cocoa.
Anyway, after father died we went to live with our Aunt and Uncle, who lived near the ocean...and didn't really like Silvana for some reason...but gave me everything I asked for...They soon got really angry and said that they were sending Silvana to an orphanage and gave me the choice of either staying or going with her, I of course chose to go with her.
The orphanage was also near the ocean...but had a lot of rules that I felt were unnecessary so at seventeen me and Silvana broke out and stole a small ship...though she insists on calling her a boat. We pillage and plunder and have tons of rum, kidding! We don't really do that kind of stuff...well at least not most of the time...
Me? I have brownish-red hair, which is more brown than red and caramel colored eyes. Like my sister, I have an Irish/British accent and for the record, Silvana isn't that much taller than me. I'm also the more adventurous of the two of us and love the sea. I loved the sea ever since the first time I set eyes on it, which was when we were sent to live with our aunt and uncle. I'm usually friendly, but I do have a temper and am very protective of those that I care about. My sister and I are like yin and yang, two parts of a whole.
Well, thats my story, I hope you enjoyed it. I'll tell you more about our life at sea later.
-Baina
Silvana Ebony
Good Evening.
My name is Silvana Ebony Emerson. I was born December 31, 1989 in Ireland, where I lived for the first few years of my life. My twin sister was born only a few minutes after myself on January 1,1990. Our mother was told that she should not have children due to a potentially fatal health condition. She chose, instead, to have us and died giving birth to me. In order to save my twin sister, they had to do an emergency c-section.
We lived with our father for seven years before he died in a freak roofing accident and we were sent to live with our Aunt Siobhan and her second husband, Ciaran. (Go figure that Ciaran is one of the evil characters in a book series that I am reading). We didn't do well there. At least, I didn't. I don't think our family liked me much there. Unfortunately for my sister, my Aunt had had so much of me that she couldn't take it anymore. She sent my sister and I to some "Foster Care" place. Basically an orphanage. The only reason my sister came with me is because she gave them an ultimatum. ("Either she stays or we both go". So we both went.)
Two years ago we ran away. We will admit we are large Harry Potter fans and to us seventeen was old enough to be "of age", like it is in the wizarding world. Screw 18. We packed what little we had, stole some necessary items and went down to the local boating dock and stole a boat, or a...uh...rather small ship. My sister is the one who has always been interested in the ocean and knows how to operate the boat and read the maps and such. I am more of the documenter, the crew. Yet, we both consider ourselves Captain. We don't have a crew, unless you count Buds, the stray German Shepard we picked up at our last stop.
I guess you could say that we are modern day pirates. Only armed in a more traditional manner. We don't steal or kill...unless necessary ( I mean the stealing). More on our adventures later. I don't want to make a first post too long.
About me? Well, I have red/brunette hair, greenish hazel eyes, Irish/British accent and am slightly taller than my semi-short twin , although you can't tell the difference. I speak Irish, some French and English. I am more of a quiet person and can come across as cold-hearted and unfriendly. Really, my intentions are not as such. As my sister likes to put it, I am more on the dark side of things. And I suppose she is right. She is the light and I am the dark. I am her evil twin.
And with that I will leave her to write her side of our depressing adventure.
Silvana
My name is Silvana Ebony Emerson. I was born December 31, 1989 in Ireland, where I lived for the first few years of my life. My twin sister was born only a few minutes after myself on January 1,1990. Our mother was told that she should not have children due to a potentially fatal health condition. She chose, instead, to have us and died giving birth to me. In order to save my twin sister, they had to do an emergency c-section.
We lived with our father for seven years before he died in a freak roofing accident and we were sent to live with our Aunt Siobhan and her second husband, Ciaran. (Go figure that Ciaran is one of the evil characters in a book series that I am reading). We didn't do well there. At least, I didn't. I don't think our family liked me much there. Unfortunately for my sister, my Aunt had had so much of me that she couldn't take it anymore. She sent my sister and I to some "Foster Care" place. Basically an orphanage. The only reason my sister came with me is because she gave them an ultimatum. ("Either she stays or we both go". So we both went.)
Two years ago we ran away. We will admit we are large Harry Potter fans and to us seventeen was old enough to be "of age", like it is in the wizarding world. Screw 18. We packed what little we had, stole some necessary items and went down to the local boating dock and stole a boat, or a...uh...rather small ship. My sister is the one who has always been interested in the ocean and knows how to operate the boat and read the maps and such. I am more of the documenter, the crew. Yet, we both consider ourselves Captain. We don't have a crew, unless you count Buds, the stray German Shepard we picked up at our last stop.
I guess you could say that we are modern day pirates. Only armed in a more traditional manner. We don't steal or kill...unless necessary ( I mean the stealing). More on our adventures later. I don't want to make a first post too long.
About me? Well, I have red/brunette hair, greenish hazel eyes, Irish/British accent and am slightly taller than my semi-short twin , although you can't tell the difference. I speak Irish, some French and English. I am more of a quiet person and can come across as cold-hearted and unfriendly. Really, my intentions are not as such. As my sister likes to put it, I am more on the dark side of things. And I suppose she is right. She is the light and I am the dark. I am her evil twin.
And with that I will leave her to write her side of our depressing adventure.
Silvana
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