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Conner leaves early in the morning on the 23rd to visit home for the holidays. He's already mailed his cards and presents (after much careful consideration of what all his family, friends, co-workers and that girl that sent him a birthday gift. might want), finished signing the papers he needed and hired an old worker to help keep the books and keep the pub running. After double checking to make sure he has everything he may need and locking up, he says good bye to Sadiq and Willem, hails a taxi and says goodbye to Liberty for the holidays.
... Or longer.
Soon after he leaves a few people sneak up the fire escape and pack the rest if his stuff. Once everything but the furniture is put in bags and boxes its all handed down the fore escape into a large I-Haul truck. The only one to notice anything is a drunk who passes by the alley way in the wee hours of the morn drunk off his rocker, so no one would believe him as he stumbled inside the pub to slur the story out.
A once over of the apartment and the four men nod, one pausing to leave a note for the owner and current workers taped to the studio's door. It reads: Conner Kirkland-O'Connor is quitting. Please forward anything you need to send him to his mum's address, he will be staying in Ireland for a while. Also, he isn't living up here anymore, we took all his stuff, so his Boss can rent it out. Might want a new sofa though,t he thing looks ghastly. - The O'Connor cousins.
When Conner arrives in Ireland after several plane delays and a stupid cab driver, his stuff is already there, his old room set up and his mom is welcoming him with open arms and insisting he stay home for a long while. After much arguing and some bashes on the head, courtesy of mum and Erin, he unpacks his bags and connects his laptop. After waiting for everything to be reset for the time zone and such he pulls up his blog and stares at it a few minutes before typing...
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Well, I sent my gifts, and said I'd see everyone after the holidays... but I don't think I am. Mum had the cousins break into the studio and get all my stuff shipped back home. You all at the pub, I hope you can hold down the fort as the Ol' Man recovers, Will please help with the books if you can, Sadiq stop breaking bottles.
As for the family... Peter, sorry I won't be there to help out anymore. Dewi and Arthur, I hope you two can survive living together 'cause I'm not coming back to Liberty for a funeral so soon. John Paul, please try and straighten up lad before you give everyone a heart attack. Jo, hope you do okay, same for you Remy. Rory, don't go too crazy living by yourself or kill anyone.
And Mei? Errr, sorry I won't be able to do the stuff on the nice calendar you sent me. not sure why you wanted me to meet your parents or why it was on there for the new years but....
... Or longer.
Soon after he leaves a few people sneak up the fire escape and pack the rest if his stuff. Once everything but the furniture is put in bags and boxes its all handed down the fore escape into a large I-Haul truck. The only one to notice anything is a drunk who passes by the alley way in the wee hours of the morn drunk off his rocker, so no one would believe him as he stumbled inside the pub to slur the story out.
A once over of the apartment and the four men nod, one pausing to leave a note for the owner and current workers taped to the studio's door. It reads: Conner Kirkland-O'Connor is quitting. Please forward anything you need to send him to his mum's address, he will be staying in Ireland for a while. Also, he isn't living up here anymore, we took all his stuff, so his Boss can rent it out. Might want a new sofa though,t he thing looks ghastly. - The O'Connor cousins.
When Conner arrives in Ireland after several plane delays and a stupid cab driver, his stuff is already there, his old room set up and his mom is welcoming him with open arms and insisting he stay home for a long while. After much arguing and some bashes on the head, courtesy of mum and Erin, he unpacks his bags and connects his laptop. After waiting for everything to be reset for the time zone and such he pulls up his blog and stares at it a few minutes before typing...
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Well, I sent my gifts, and said I'd see everyone after the holidays... but I don't think I am. Mum had the cousins break into the studio and get all my stuff shipped back home. You all at the pub, I hope you can hold down the fort as the Ol' Man recovers, Will please help with the books if you can, Sadiq stop breaking bottles.
As for the family... Peter, sorry I won't be there to help out anymore. Dewi and Arthur, I hope you two can survive living together 'cause I'm not coming back to Liberty for a funeral so soon. John Paul, please try and straighten up lad before you give everyone a heart attack. Jo, hope you do okay, same for you Remy. Rory, don't go too crazy living by yourself or kill anyone.
And Mei? Errr, sorry I won't be able to do the stuff on the nice calendar you sent me. not sure why you wanted me to meet your parents or why it was on there for the new years but....