Liar Liar

FIANNA {FIA} FITZPATRICK 18teen years of age Born in Galway, Ireland. Now lives in New York. Vendor.

[levixlikethejeans]

And how am I to tell the difference?

[fiafitzpatrick]

I'm not entirely sure, unless o'course you want to spend your time trying to figure out us squalor... tho' I don't think we're worth that much, Miss.

[lostinlethehq]

Oh goodness, you did? Did I sound good? You’re not tone deaf—correct? Thank you, thank you, though. Goodness, goodness, goodness, I never thought—

The name is Pace Borough, it’s an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[fiafitzpatrick]

I don't think I am, but yes, all the others were a murder to listen to in comparison. Likewise, Miss Pace, enchanted to meet cha'. I'm Fia Fitzpatrick.

[lostinlethehq]

I’d probably feel the same way, but I really do insist. In return, you can help me do my wash. Does that sound fair to you?

[fiafitzpatrick]

It sounds like a fair bargain... Hold on- I know your face... you're one of the singers, yeah? Ay, you're bleedin' deadly, Miss. I managed to sneak in one eve and saw you preform. It was stellar.

[lucy-west]

Down the swanie? Excuse me, why are you telling me about your problems?

[fiafitzpatrick]

Erm, in short, it's gone... Apologies, didn't know I was botherin' the passerbys with my chatter.

[lostinlethehq]

I think I have some spare shillin’s, friend. How much do ya need?

[fiafitzpatrick]

I couldn't take it, I'd feel like a gammy- I don't quite like that idea of takin' someone's money, it's grand of you to offer, tho'.

[hettiejamison]

Down the what?

[fiafitzpatrick]

The swanie... erm, for Americans I believe that's the drain or sewer, I might be wrong tho'.

[levixlikethejeans]

Lord, what in Heaven’s name are you doing in this part of town? Here’s no place for you beggars…

[fiafitzpatrick]

Meanderin', Miss, although I don't remember beggin' for a coin from anyone...

[oscar-beliveau-deactivated20140]

Nope, heard of Ireland but not Galway. I’m from Paris, France originally.

[fiafitzpatrick]

I've never been there, but the buzzies say the city is a stunner.

[fiafitzpatrick]

And there go two shillin's down the swanie, just my luck.

[thenatesullivan]

May I ask what makes them difficult to deal with?

[fiafitzpatrick]

Impossible to understan', you see, the accents are as thick as ship hulls.

[thenatesullivan]

That sounds a bit tragic, Fia… but books? That’s a lucrative business to be in, now that you’re in New York. I love books, and it seems much of the wealthy love to store them in libraries yet never open a page. Perhaps I’ll pay your book… cart a visit. I’ve been in need of a new read as of late.

[fiafitzpatrick]

Yes, it's not the brightest of stories, but it certainly could be worse. A family's pub burnt down in a fire durin' the famine, and if all the alcohol is lost, then the men agreed so was hope. A bad day for Ireland indeed. Lucrative? Now we've made a hames of that. I warn you ahead of time- the women runnin' the stand are difficult to deal with.

[thenatesullivan]

It certainly sounds interesting. What is your father’s business, — if I may be so intrusive.

[fiafitzpatrick]

At the time, we were all shook, barely anythin' went around an all the shops were scarce. The current day is legions better. Books, we owned Fitzpatrick Books in Galway- still do, but it's a rickety cart that houses the store now. I manage that while my athair works in the factories.

[thenatesullivan]

Either way, no harm done. May I ask what brings you to New York? Your accent indicates that you’re from… Ireland?

[fiafitzpatrick]

I'm impressed, folks tend to guess wron' ! It's a longer story, includin' the an Gorta Mór, the famine that is. My father's business- there were certain complications that provided reason to journey over to America. 

[thenatesullivan]

Of course, I should’ve known.

[fiafitzpatrick]

Unless, o' course, I'm confusin' his description with somethin' else. My mind tells me that it's a wee bit off.

[thenatesullivan]

I must say, that is one I’ve never heard before. What does he suppose the West side is paved with?

[fiafitzpatrick]

Frankincense and myrrh, naturally.

[thenatesullivan]

Certainly not paved in gold.

[fiafitzpatrick]

He is rather prone to spinning horse's hooves, reckon I'll believe you, seein' that you're from those parts.

[thenatesullivan]

Hell’s Kitchen? Certainly not. I’m from the Upper East, though there’s no shame in an evening stroll, is there?

[fiafitzpatrick]

Ah, the Upper East, one of my mates told me the streets there were paved in gold... he's a looney, but I haven' craned my neck out that far to see. None at all.