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galaxy_114@hotmail.com
*sighs and looks over the papers* All right, first things first, what's your real name? First and last.:
*scowls* Do ya really need to know? *sees him nod* Ok, fine, it's Patricia McNatt.
*scribbles it down on the paper* Next.. um, do you have a nickname? And if you do, how'd you get it?:
Gears. I used to work in factories dressed as a guy. Anyway the guys who worked at one of the factories called me Gears 'cause I had to spend all day one day sorting out a pile of gear pieces for the machines, took me all day. It started as a joke but It stuck.
*nods a bit* When's your birthday and how old are you and all?:
I'm 18 or 19. I'm not sure though on what the date of me birth was, but I know I was born on September 20th.
*smirks a little* Next is looks so.. tell me what you look like, all right? *rolls his eyes* Humor me...:
I'm *thinks for a moment* 5'4, I think I weigh 120 pounds or at least I did last time I was da doctors... um, lemme see. I got blue eyes and blondish brownish hair. Um, I got freckles on me face um... *thinks* me nails are always short cause I bite 'em when I'm nervous. Let's see ummm I'm always wearin' my workman's overalls and a long sleeve shirt of some kind... and my old tattered boots. Um *pushes up her glasses some* Oh yeah and I wear glasses.
Hmm.. *writes down some of that then looks back up* What kind of person are you? What's your personality like and all that?:
*throws him a weird look and debates for a moment weather or not to continue answering* Um, well, if ya don't know me I'm gunna be pretty quiet. If I get to know ya I'll get pretty talkative. Let me see... It takes a lot to get me mad. I'm usually pretty good about not taking stuff to personally. But if I do get mad I'll go off an Irish accent, after that I may or may not hit you. It all depends. I will listen to any problem you may wanna talk about or stuff... but don't expect me to be so open about any problems I may have. Um, I sorta lose time a lot. If I'm starin' at something and, well, don't seem to notice ya just tap me on the shoulder or something. I don't really do it around other people anymore though.
*raises an eyebrow then grins* If you say so. *teasing, of course* Okay, so do you have any friends around here?:
*rolls her eyes at his teasing and smiles* Hummer lives in the house and I know most people around here.
*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.:
*smiles some* I really like Angel but I'm not sure if we're dating or anything, he hasn't been around for awhile.
So, you got any family? *scratches his head with the end of the pen* Mother, father.. sisters or brothers? Anything like that?:
I got a mother and father in Manhattan, my aunt and uncle are dead and I have a sister that lives with me parents but I don't really know her.
*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*:
*likes her lips thoughtfully.* All righ... um... I've lived with me aunt and uncle since I was three. I used to think me parents where dead and so I lived with them. My uncle used to work in a factory. One day me aunt was sick and my uncle dressed me like a boy and took me to work. I liked it in the factory fixing stuff and so after that I bothered him until he agreed to let me continue dressing like a boy and working with him. He taught me how to fix stuff. One day there was an accident at the factory and me uncle died. My aunt, she couldn’t take it and died of starvation. I went and worked at some factories and eventually couldn't pass as boy so easily anymore. So I was selling papers and Switchblade recommended me. Recently I found out me parents where really alive. They apparently just didn't think they could take care of me and left me with my aunt and uncle. They never tried to talk to me or nothing so my aunt and uncle thought it was best to tell me they were dead. Anyway my father was the only one who was interested in trying to get to know me. My mother doesn't want anything to do with me and I've never met my sister but I know I have one. But yeah that's pretty much how I got here.
*nods and scans over the application* I think that's it... anything else you wanna add?:
I like to fix things. *indicates to the toolbox at her feet* So, um, yeah. I'll repair something if it gets broken.
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