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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 at him and smiles softly* Riley McKenna.
*scribbles it down on the paper* Next.. um, do you have a nickname? And if you do, how'd you get it?:
It's Trust. *shrugs* Doesn't really fit me anymore. I used to have this thing with trusting people, but I'm pretty sure I'm over it... for the most part, anyways. *smiles*
*nods a bit* When's your birthday and how old are you and all?:
My birthday is March 28, 1887 and I am eighteen. *sighs some* God that feels old... *smirks a little*
Next is looks so.. tell me what you look like, all right? *rolls his eyes* Humor me...:
*takes a piece of hair from behind her ear and twirls it around her finger* Dark brown hair. Sometimes it's straight, but most of the time it's wavy. Dark brown eyes, almost black. *pauses for a moment and thinks* I'm not very tall. Probably 5'3 or so. Don't weigh too much either, but that's my own fault because I never eat. Um... *sighs* Pale skin. I burn easily in the sun, but it turns to tan after a few days... *shrugs* I can't really think of anything else important. *after everything she's been through, has managed to escape with only minimal scars: a small one on her cheek and a long one on her right forearm*
Hmm.. *writes down some of that then looks back up* What kind of person are you? What's your personality like and all that?:
Well, I actually talk now... *smiles* I'd say I'm a pretty nice person, overall. I like to be there for my friends if they wanna talk about anything. They know I'll listen. *keeps her feelings and emotions bottled up inside of her, and refuses to reveal her true self to anyone, except for a select few* *is extremely loyal to her friends, and would stand by them no matter what* *tries to avoid confrontation, but if need be, she's ready for a fight* *is notorious for her daydreaming; her head is always in the clouds*
*raises an eyebrow then grins* If you say so. *teasing, of course* Okay, so do you have any friends around here?:
*smiles, happy that she actually has people she can call her friends* Yeah, I do. Jump, Lion, Siren and Tracker, Empire...
*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.:
*eyes light up* *nods* Davy.
So, you got any family? *scratches his head with the end of the pen* Mother, father.. sisters or brothers? Anything like that?:
*sighs softly* Unfortunately. *has an older brother, Brennan, who she isn't exactly on good terms with* *her mother died giving birth to her* *her father might still be in jail...* *smiles brightly* My real family is here at Bay Ridge.
*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?:
*still does not like talking about this* *speaks quickly, her eyes focused on the floor* We had to leave Ireland when I was ten. That was when my father moved my brother, Brennan, and I to New York. He worked a lot, so my brother had to take care of me. Then my father got arrested. I was thirteen, then. Brennan didn't do the best job looking after me, so I ran away when I was seventeen. Became a newsie in New Jersey. I didn't stay there too long, though. Missed New York too much. So I found my way to Bay Ridge right after I turned eighteen. *suffered years of emotional, physical, and sexual abuse from Brennan and his friends* *causes her to have a hard time trusting people, even though she is getting better at it* *often thinks poorly of herself; has feelings of inadequacy because of the things she was told when she was younger*
*small smile* *nods and scans over the application* I think that's it... anything else you wanna add?:
*glances up at him and shakes her head* *quietly* No.
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