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Fade1284@yahoo.com
*sighs and looks over the papers* All right, first things first, what's your real name? First and last.:
*slowly looks up at him, raising one dark eyebrow* Sean Powell. *shakes his head a little and sighs* Sean Michael Powell. *glances around a little, wondering how long this is going to take*
*scribbles it down on the paper* Next.. um, do you have a nickname? And if you do, how'd you get it?:
*shakes his head, then brushes one large hand through his dark hair* No. No nickname. It's just Sean. *thinks this might take a while so quietly sits down in a nearby chair, leaning back a little and keeping his blue eyes fixated on Ransom, hoping he'll hurry up*
*nods a bit* When's your birthday and how old are you and all?:
Birthday? *glances away slightly then looks back at him* March 9th. *bobs his head a little then continues* I'm nineteen. *looks much older and acts it as well*
*smirks a little* Next is looks so.. tell me what you look like, all right? *rolls his eyes* Humor me...:
*looks down at his hands a moment, and rubs his lower arm* Hm, I have brown hair, dark brown... *hair which has actually started to lighten some from always being out in the sun, now it looks as though he has light brown highlights in his normal dark brown hair* I probably need to cut it soon. Soon as I get time I will--and money. *nods slightly and pushes a lock of the ear length, straight hair out of his dark blue eyes* Blue eyes and I guess I'm about 5'9... 5'10. *shrugs* Around there. And that's just a guess, too. *sighs heavily, trying to think of what else that needs to be said* Skin's getting kind of tan. From being outside all the time, I guess. Can't really help that though. *has taken up a job working at the loading docks and as a result has also become very well musculed and strong*
Hmm.. *writes down some of that then looks back up* What kind of person are you? What's your personality like and all that?:
*gives a small shrug* I try to be nice to everyone. *pushes his hair back* As long as you don't do anything to my sister. *loves his sister dearly and acts like a father to her* *is very mature and doesn't like to joke around a lot* *tends to be pretty patient with people is very much a gentleman* *doesn't always pay attention to too much, keeps to himself a lot and doesn't like intruding in on other people's business*
*raises an eyebrow then grins* If you say so. *teasing, of course* Okay, so do you have any friends around here?:
*glances at him then shakes his head* Don't really have time for friends. *looks down some* *it isn't as though he doesn't want any friends, he just really doesn't have any time to make friends, since when he isn't working he's usually sleeping*
*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.:
*looks up then back down* I know what you mean and.. well, sort of. *is currently trying a relationship with Gertrude Brewster*
So, you got any family? *scratches his head with the end of the pen* Mother, father.. sisters or brothers? Anything like that?:
*nods a little* I have a sister. Grace. She lives here with me. *looks away and out a window* My father died before she was born. *quickly, quietly* Mom's dead too.
*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*:
*sighs* Well... after my mother died I took Grace out of the Bronx and we ran off to Harlem. After living there for a little bit we traveled down here and I saw this place. *shrugs* That's about it.
*nods and scans over the application* I think that's it... anything else you wanna add?:
*shakes his head and smiles a little* No. That's all. *has just recently sold his camera--one of his most prized possestions--to get more money and is regretting it, that being one of his only ways to escape all the pressures of his life*
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