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rain_shadow@hotmail.com
*sighs and looks over the papers* All right, first things first, what's your real name? First and last.:
*giggles, his youthful face split open in a big grin, as he hangs upside down from the top bunk, his legs hooked over the bed's frame* My Mama named me Kiel Patricks, I was her sunshine!
*scribbles it down on the paper* Next.. um, do you have a nickname? And if you do, how'd you get it?:
Course I got a nickname, who doesn't? You see my Pa, he was a mechanic, he used to work on these big boats and stuff and I would be right there with him whenever I could, some of the best times of my life. And no matter how hard Mama tried she couldn't get the oil stains out of Pa's shirts. * he proudly shows off the shirt he's wearing which is covered in dark, black, spots * This is one of Pa's, I always were his old shirts, that's why they call me Oil!
*nods a bit* When's your birthday and how old are you and all?:
*nibbles on his lower lip.* Not exactly sure 'bout how old I'm somewhere 'round sixteen I'd say. My birthday's in April 26th.
*smirks a little* Next is looks so.. tell me what you look like, all right? *rolls his eyes* Humor me...:
*he hops down off the top bunk and leans against the frame, hands shoved into his pockets* Well I ain't hard on the eyes if that's what you mean Ransom. *flashing a crooked smile he waits patiently allowing the older man to get a good look at him. His skin is slightly pale, standing out from the dark, raven, curly locks a top his head. With wide navy eyes and chubby cheeks, Oil doesn't look a day over twelve. He wears long underwear, once white in color now a dingy yellow, underneath a button up shirt and pants. The pants are slate gray and torn off at the knees, while his untucked, cadet blue shirt is rolled up to his elbows, the top to buttons undone, old oil stains decorating the front. A black vest is worn over the shirt, while a dark blue fisherman's cap is perched on top of his curls*
Hmm.. *writes down some of that then looks back up* What kind of person are you? What's your personality like and all that?:
*running a callused hand through his curly, raven locks he continues to grin brightly* I like to think I'm pretty easy going, friendly, and all that. The usual. I have been told though that I'm a bit childlike, don't always act my age they say.
*raises an eyebrow then grins* If you say so. *teasing, of course* Okay, so do you have any friends around here?:
Round here? I really haven't been 'round to long to make any close friends. Everyone's nice to me though, 'course I've mostly just spoken with Smudge and Charity. I had a real good friend who lived at Washington Heights name Coaster. Not to sure what 'append to him though.
*nods some and taps the pen on the paper* And, uh, you got anyone special in your life right now? *grins* You know what I mean.:
*Oil blushes as he nodded not looking Ransom in the eyes * Yeah I do, her name is Licorice and she's just as sweet.
So, you got any family? *scratches his head with the end of the pen* Mother, father.. sisters or brothers? Anything like that?:
*his smile disappears briefly, but he quickly composes himself pasting the smile back on his face* I don't have any brother's or sisters and my Pa passed away few years back. Ma's still out there somewhere, hope she's doing well. *his eyes hold a distant sadness and he quickly shakes his head to clear them, waiting for the next question*
*sighs, looking at the next question* Now you don't gotta say, but it'd be nice if you at least gave me something to write down... how'd you come to live at this fine place? *small smile*:
Well everyone around these parts has got one. *he pauses, Oil's never really been the pessimistic type, but his past is a short spot with him* Like I said, Pa fixed old machines, did so for several years. One day down at the dock he was working on this big boat when his hand got mangled in a few of the gears, the company didn't want him anymore so they let him go. Without any work around Pa got really depressed and started drinkin, that's what killed him. He simply drank too much. That was about three years ago, Ma's older sister took us in after the funeral. Aunt Gertrude was her name, pretty angry old lady if you ask me. She said there wasn't enough room at her place for Ma and I so she said I had to leave. Ma fought it the entire way, sayin that she was gonna get us an apartment but she didn't have any money. So I made up her mind for her, grabbed some things in the middle of the night and left. After wandering around for a bit, trying my hand at a few odd jobs, I ended up here.
*nods and scans over the application* I think that's it... anything else you wanna add?:
*Oil nibbles his lower lip a bit and looks up at the ceiling thinking* Well I've got me a real sweet tooth. Instead of smokes I spend my money on candy, particularly those licorice whips. *Not only is it his girls name, it's also his favorite candy. Digging in his pockets he pulls out a small chunk of said licorice, popping it in his mouth he tilts his hat in Ransom's direction then makes his way out the door*
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