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good_goo_gal@hotmail.com *sighs and looks over the papers* All right, first things first, what's your real name? First and last.: *looks up surprised* Huh? You talking to me? *blinks a few times* Oh, yea, the name's Clara Lace Shankens, but no one calls me that anymore. *nods* *scribbles it down on the paper* Next.. um, do you have a nickname? And if you do, how'd you get it?: *grins happily* Yep, I'm the proud owner of the nickname Padlock....I can unlock any lock, undo any knot, and escape from any building. *laughs* *has had to use this talent quite a few times, to escape from places she wasn't welcomed in* *nods a bit* When's your birthday and how old are you and all?: *thinks* *grins* I'm 13. I'll be 14 on March 23, since I was born in 1891, if I remember correctly. *was born in her house on Stanton Street and later moved to Forsyth Street in Lower Manhattan* *smirks a little* Next is looks so.. tell me what you look like, all right? *rolls his eyes* Humor me...: Yep, I'm basically your average... Joe. *raises an eyebrow* I have light brown hair and hazel eyes. *stands about 5'1" from the ground, and is planning on growing taller* *has medium length straight hair that curls at the ends, which she normally wears up* I have two hands, ten fingers, and two feet, ten toes. Counted them myself. *nods proudly* *laughs* I'm nothing special. *grins* *is quite cute, and flashes dimples when she smiles* *is on the skinny side because of living on the streets, but it is not easily noticeable* Hmm.. *writes down some of that then looks back up* What kind of person are you? What's your personality like and all that?: *scratches head* Personality, personality...I know! *an idea suddenly springs to her mind* Well I'm sweet, sensitive, and a perfect angel. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, I'm a compulsive liar too. *grins* *is good-natured and quite happy go lucky, but does have a temper at times* *can be quite adventurous and enjoys taking risks, she prides herself on her escaping techniques* *likes to make friends, and is relatively out-going to make them but prefers people to come to her* *raises an eyebrow then grins* If you say so. *teasing, of course* Okay, so do you have any friends around here?: No friends yet. *grins* But, I'll make some! I'm new here now, and when that wears off...*nods* *does have some close friends down on Forsyth Street, but doesn't see them much* *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.: *shakes her head* Nope, not that I'd mind one. *blushes* But, I did have a boyfriend when I was 5, but that relationship ended when he threw a snowball at me and, I beat him up.*snickers* So, you got any family? *scratches his head with the end of the pen* Mother, father.. sisters or brothers? Anything like that?: *narrows her eyes* I have a mother and father, they're still alive. I don't see them anymore, nor do I want to. I had a sister - *remembers fondly* - named Laura, she died of Scarlet Fever 4 years ago. *averts her eyes to the floor* *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*: I walked here. *nods* It took a longtime, my feet hurt. *thinks that's a good answer until she realizes you want a description of why she came* I came here 'cause my parents fought all the time, that's all they did was fight. *looks downcast* I think it had something to do with my sister dying, it was hard on them *goes stoney faced* But that's behind me, I ran away from home 'cause I couldn't take it anymore. My parents didn't take care of me anymore, they were to wrapped up in their own misery. They forgot I existed. *forces a faint smile* *came to BayRidge so she could be far from Forsyth Street, where her parents still live*
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