*sighs and looks over the papers* All right, first things first, what's your real name? First and last.:

*it's raining faintly, a slight haze brushing over everything it touches* *laughing and spinning slowly she tilts her pale face up as if to kiss the rain* *glancing over curiously her face splits into a friendly, care-free grin* My birth name is Madeleine Creegan, no one ever uses it though.

*scribbles it down on the paper* Next.. um, do you have a nickname? And if you do, how'd you get it?:

*stuffs a patched cap into the back pocket of her pants and shakes dewy drops from short black hair* Three people call me Maddy sometimes, my sister, my boy, and Da…but he's gone now. Everyone else calls me Licorice, cause of this *points to her shoulder length black mane*

*nods a bit* When's your birthday and how old are you and all?:

Course I know my birthday. It's January 13th, I'm 17. I was born on Friday the 13th *makes a spooky face while wiggling skinny fingers at imaginary people and moaning* *it isn't long until she's laughing though*

*smirks a little* Next is looks so.. tell me what you look like, all right? *rolls his eyes* Humor me...:

Have you seen Paranoid around? We are identical you know, only difference is I smile. A lot. *she has the same fiery emerald green eyes, black hair, and pale skin* Course she would to if she'd quite worrying so much *hops onto the first step and walks along it with her arms out to steady herself as if it's a tightrope* *well worn ladies boots make almost no sound as they move across the concrete* *her pants are at lest one size to big, the baggy slate gray material bunched at the waist by a rusted belt while black suspenders flop unused at her hips* *the top part of men's long underwear is tucked into her pants while short sleeved pale blue shirt is slightly buttoned over that* *reaching the end of the step she hops off, bows low, and pulls out her patched, gray cap and slaps it on backwards atop her head with a wink*

Hmm.. *writes down some of that then looks back up* What kind of person are you? What's your personality like and all that?:

*grins and walks up the stairs to sit nearby* Now that all depends on who you ask. Paranoid, that's my twin, she's likely to say that I'm to trustworthy for my own good and she doesn't get how I can be so happy so much. Then there are others who I hear find me quite amusing. *she likes to think of herself as care free, friendly, and just an all around nice gal*

*raises an eyebrow then grins* If you say so. *teasing, of course* Okay, so do you have any friends around here?:

Well naturally there is Paranoid and my boyfriend lives here to, his name is Oil. Oh and Melanie is nice and sweet! I don't know to many of the others that well, though I'm hoping to make friends soon! *this is her first real home since she was twelve* *going in and out of shelters and various places makes it hard to make a best friend, something she really hopes for*

*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 and glances down at the slowly dampening stairs* Yeah, Oil Patricks. He's such a sweetheart.

So, you got any family? *scratches his head with the end of the pen* Mother, father.. sisters or brothers? Anything like that?:

*emerald eyes spark at the mention of a mother and grow sorrowful at that of father* I have my sister, she has me, it's not a topic I often discuss.

*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*:

*for once she clams up, speechless* *slowly she starts to speak* That's the one question I always want to avoid, no good comes out of reliving a painful past. Paranoid and I were born in Ireland, we lived there until we were nine when our mom ran off with the towns preacher and Da decided to move us all to America. We were doing okay for awhile until some machinery at the Da's factory fell on him, killed him instantly *she wipes away a few tears* After that we just wandered awhile, didn't have anywhere to go, and no one to go to. Eventually we started selling newspapers in various places, stayed in a few shelters, slept in an alley or two, the usual. This is our, Paranoid and I, first lodging home, we're really hoping to stay for awhile.

*nods and scans over the application* I think that's it... anything else you wanna add?:

*fishes into her pants pockets and pulls out a ragged deck of cards with a satisfied smile* You wouldn't think it…but I'm a big solitaire fan.