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PunkDrummer711@aol.com
*sighs and looks over the papers* All right, first things first, what's your real name? First and last.:
*glances up, smiling shyly* Grace Marie Powell. *looks down at the floor*
*scribbles it down on the paper* Next.. um, do you have a nickname? And if you do, how'd you get it?:
*folds her hands in her lap and thinks for a moment* Gracie is fine. That's what Sean always calls me. *nods*
*nods a bit* When's your birthday and how old are you and all?:
I turned eleven on October 16.
*smirks a little* Next is looks so.. tell me what you look like, all right? *rolls his eyes* Humor me...:
*nods* I'm not very big. *shakes her head a little* I'm not even five
feet tall yet. I'd say I'm 4'7. I'm pretty skinny, too. *reaches up and
begins twirling a piece of hair around her finger as she thinks* Oh...
I have light brown hair that reaches to the middle of my back. And... I
have brown eyes, too. *chews on her lip, thinking some more* There's
this... *holds her wrist out and gently traces a scar on her left wrist
with the tip of her finger* My mother cut it when she was angry... *rubs
her wrist a little and rests her hands in her lap* I usually just wear
Sean's old clothes. *glances down at her brown pants which are cut off
at the knees and a faded yellow shirt that is somewhat big on her*
*shifts her gaze to her feet and a bare of broken-in boots* The shoes were
his, too.
Hmm.. *writes down some of that then looks back up* What kind of person are you? What's your personality like and all that?:
I'm quiet. I get very nervous when I have to talk to people I don't
know. *chews her lip a little* I get nervous when I have to talk to people
I do know. *was dreading having this interview with Ransom, as a matter
of fact* And I don't like fights... yelling and screaming. *shakes her
head a little* Sean taught me how to read and write, so you can usually
find me curled up with a book somewhere when I get through with
selling. *pauses* In general, I think I'm a nice person... good and kind.
*shrugs and offers Ransom another timid smile*
*raises an eyebrow then grins* If you say so. *teasing, of course* Okay, so do you have any friends around here?:
Sean is my best friend. He always will be. *smiles* *is so very glad he
cut his hours to spend more time with her* *but... if she ever found
out he lost his job altogether, she'd -flip-* But everyone around here
looks out for me and is really nice to me... Like Mel and Fi... *has,
Benji, too*
*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.:
*blushes deeply* Oh... I think I'm still a little young to be worrying
about things like that. And I don't think that Sean would like the idea
very much, anyway. *another shy smile*
So, you got any family? *scratches his head with the end of the pen* Mother, father.. sisters or brothers? Anything like that?:
*nods* I have Sean. *best brother -ever-* *smiles for real upon
answering that 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*:
*becomes silent and swallows hard, the smile fading* Well, Sean and I
grew up in the Bronx with our mother. My father died before I was born
in a railroad accident. My mother was an alcoholic and beat both me and
my brother on a daily basis. I was never sent to school. Instead, I had
to clean the house everyday, sew, cook and do the laundry. Sean cared
for me and watched after me, though. At night, he would teach me to read
and write after our mother had gone to bed... or passed out. After our
mother died we were left on our own, wandering around the Bronx,
Harlem, and then Brooklyn. *sighs softly, as that's the longest speech she's
ever given someone, and on such a delicate subject for her, too*
*nods and scans over the application* I think that's it... anything else you wanna add?:
*shakes her head and glances down at her lap, quite glad to be finished*
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