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

*stares out at the street before her, small frame reclining on the rough stairs as a cigarette burns between her pale lips* Magdalene Creegan, but just cause you know it don't give you the right to use it.

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

*inhales deeply before slowly blowing out a long stream of musty smoke* My sister calls me 'Maggy' but ain't no one else aloud to. Round these parts people call me Paranoid.

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

*until now she hasn't bothered to even look back, now she turns her head slowly and narrows her eyes* What's with all the personal stuff? *watching with a skeptical look on her face she debates a moment before answering* I was born in January, Friday the 13th, 1888, I'm 17. You going to be wanting the exact time as well?

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

*growling low in her throat she moves to lean against the railing so that so that a side profile can be seen, no direct eye contact though as the cigarette nears the end of it's life* Don't you got better things to be doing? I know I do. *flicking the burning stub onto the ground she leans back and exhales slowly enjoying the final drag with closed eyes, giving the brief opportunity to get a thorough look *a skinny frame, pale skin, dark shoulder length hair, and emerald eyes that spark with anger* *clothed in oversized tan corduroys whose ankles are falling apart after being steeped on repeatedly and cover the top part of worn black boots* *the dingy, yellow top of a once white undershirt can be seen under a extra-large, off-white button up shirt, while a hip length, threadbare, light brown coat, rests over that*

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

*focuses attention at the clouds just skirting the tops of skyscrapers before looking out at the people walking in front of the stairs* Writing a book or something? Gonna go rat us all out to the Bulls? *eyes narrow and they stare at something only they can see* *cold, cynical, and yes, paranoid* *there's a hard shell built around that heart, one only her twin seems to be able to see through*

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

Friends? Bah! Who needs them? Emotional connections that can only get one in trouble and cause pain. *it's not obvious, but if one looks deep enough the loneliness shows through, underneath the layers of pain and anger*

*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.:

*silent, a sudden interest in ink covered, callused hands, a barrier leaks before composure sets in* Ridiculous idea! *yet she craves it more than anything she can think off*

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

*scoffs, running hands with chewed nails roughly through dark locks* Mom ran off with some guy on our ninth birthday, then Da moved Maddy and I here only to die on us when our twelfth birthday rolled around. Was just the two of us for awhile, then Maddy went and hooked up with this Oil guy. He's decent I suppose.

*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*:

*glances up at the building, one thin eyebrow arched* Fine place? Huh… Maddy wanted to be closer to Oil, *shrug* Where she goes, I go.

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

*stands, dusting off the thinning fabric of her pants and turns to head indoors* *the conversation is over but it's clear as brief eye contact is made, that there's something deeper, a lonely soul seeking for some happiness*