So, ya got a name?

            *a slouching figure, seeming to be ninety percent hair raises it's head, revealing a dirt-smudged face and sultry blue eyes* What's it to yeh anyways? *gives you a sly half-smile* Jaden Locksly, if you simply -gotta- know. *shifts positions and leans back in her chair*

*eyes you a bit warily* What's your real name?

          *slightly irked* I jus' told you. *rolls her eyes*

You got a nickname or anything?

           *tilts her neck to either side, resulting in a series of loud cracking noises* Nuthin' cutesy like Webster, 'r Phelps. Just Jade, *nods, in a slightly nonchalant manor* Locks, 'r Locksly.

*smirks a bit* How'd you get that one?

            *vigilantly crosses her arms against her chest* *and gives her interviewer a somewhat presumptuous look, as if to wonder whether they had been dropped on their head as a child* My parents, maybe? *shakes her head in annoyance*

So how old are you, anyways?

            *sighs, rolling her eyes yet again* *has been know to do this quite often* I really gotta answer 'dat, huh? *looks hopeful for a moment at the prospect of not actually having to answer, but lets her face fall when she's denied approval to move on with the interview* damn... *reaches up and removes her ragged cap, resting it upon her lap, and glances off to the side in thought* Well, I left da girls' home when I was... *fidgets with her cap* 13, maybe? *speaks more to herself than to anyone else* Stayed at da 'Heights till I was 'round 15... *calculates carefully in her head, and then turns back to her interviewer* I guess that makes me 'round 18, now? *nods* yeah 18. Dunno my birthday, don' much care. I jus' celebrate 'round the chris'mas holidays.

Whaddaya look like? *receives a 'look' from you* Just answer the question...

          *suddenly aware that her looks are being evaluated, she returns the cap to her head in one swift motion of her arm, pulling it down so her eyes aren't visible in the shadows* You -blind-? *stares her interviewer down with large, exquisitely lashed deep blue eyes* I'm sittin' right in front 'a ya! *bites her fingernails while being looked over, and rolls her eyes when she realizes this wasn't a sufficient answer* Fine...*pulls a strand of brown hair out of the unkempt cascade around her shoulders* Dark hair. *which has honey undertones that glint in the poorly lit building* Dark eyes. *adds* That's dark blue, not brown.*brushes some dirt off of her pants, which are a tad too big and only hint at her curves* Trousah's, *which are brown* shirt, *which is white* boots, *black* and cap. *decides to elaborate on that* It's Grey. Satisfied? *is roughly 5 feet, 7 inches tall, has a slightly tanned ! complexion, quite a few freckles, and very full pouty lips* *and would initially come across as gorgeous, if she wasn't such a bitch*

*smiles* I'm assuming you have a personality...what's it like?

           *snorts and lifts her head* Poi'sonality? *over-accents the word* You wanna know what I's like 'eh? *stands up, walks around, and finally leans backwards against a wall with her arms folded and one foot crossed over the other* It all d'pends on my mood really. *winks again and grins* *is generally extraordinarily sarcastic, and very much enjoys getting on peoples nerves* *is, however, very trustworthy and loyal* *speaks before thinking quite a lot of the time, which does tend to land her in hot water occasionally* *in all, has many moods, if one can figure out how to unlock them* *and unfailingly carries a strong hint of sensuality about her*

Wanna tell us about your background?  Please?

           *lets her arms swing down to her sides* Damn, you're nosy! *it takes one to know one, in this case* 'Dey found me on a doorstep to a girls home when I was real lit'le. *frowns slightly, lost in a memory* 'Dey said I was wrapped in a blanket, wit' a lettah, sayin' my name and such. 'Dey said I had an oldah sistah, dat's what the lettah said. But she wasn't at the door. . . .*snaps out of her daze and continues her story pretending she hadn't appeared emotional in the least* So I stayed there for a while an' y'know things just happened and I ended up here. *says this with a dangerous tone, warning for the subject to be dropped*

*nods* M-hm. I see. *smiles* Got any friends or relatives?

          Jus' Sunset. *nods once* *isn't exceptionally close to her, but respects the hell out of Sunset for taking her out of Queens, and offering her a home* *is also rather fond of both Abra and Jennifer, but would never expect them to consider her to be a friend* *pulls a makeshift notebook out of her shoulder bag and waves it around, with what appears to be her version of an optimistic expression* Other'n her, 's only dis for da time bein'. *everything seen, thought, or heard goes down in that book, be it written or sketched, as she is talented in both*

What about a special someone? *winks and grins*

           *narrows her eyes* If yer implyin' anything 'bout Rogan... *grumbles, trying to keep from exploding* *and does, somehow, manage to contain herself* No. *shakes her head, and begins to count out on her fingers* 's, me, myself, an' I. *arches an eyebrow* Ya got that?

Anything else you wanna let us know about? Special talents, pet peeves.. ?

            *eyes her interviewer for quite a while, then softens a bit* *is human, after all* Ah, y'know, da usual. I push papes, find other work. . .I'm jus' livin' my life. *definitely doesn't mind breaking the rules, and has consequently also been known to pick a pocket or two* *is quite the little eavesdropper, as well* *jams her once delicate hands in to her pockets, pulling out some matches and a cigarette* *shrugs and lights the smoke, waiting to be dismissed*