So, ya got a name?

            *a young girl looks up at you from under countless locks of wavy, red hair. She wrinkles her freckled nose and smiles at you*  Most of the people around here call me Pumpkin.

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

          My real name? *blinks for a moment, then laughs* that would be Mary McClellan. But I'd rather have people call me Pumpkin.

You got a nickname or anything?

          *sighs* I just told ya! Pumpkin is my nickname.

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

            *furrows her eyebrows, frowning for a moment at your smirk, then shrugs it off* Well, a lot of people tell me that I resemble a pumpkin. Orange hair, green eyes.*mumbles this next part* kinda plump.

So how old are you, anyways?

            *smiles* 14...going on 15, of course. *laughs slightly, then blushes a bit* Anyway, I's born on October 31...adding to the reason my nickname is Pumpkin.

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

          Oh why don't you just see for yourself; you've got eyes, don't ya? *the first thing you notice, of course, is her overflowing amount of orange hair that rolls over her shoulders to the middle of her back, bouncing ! slightly when she walks. She brushes a lock of her hair out of her forehead, drawing attention to her bright green eyes, about as green as eyes could possibly be. Next you see the freckles covering her whole nose and spreading out onto her cheeks, gently fading away. Pumpkin is somewhat chubby, but not fat. It's more like...baby fat. Of course, she prefers to forget that part of her. She wears a dark green shirt and a long brown skirt. Tied around her waist is a large, burgundy shawl that she sometimes drapes around her shoulders to keep warm. She wears no shoes on her feet, however, leaving them covered with calluses and blisters.* You done yet?

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

           Me...have a personality? Nah. Of course I have a personality! *rolls her eyes* maybe you'll just have to find out for yourself. *Pumpkin has quite an interesting personality; bashful and quiet at one moment then loud and rowdy the next. She has a very hard time making up her mind or choosing things. She's very ! streetwise, and can be quite tough at times. Overall, she's quite an  interesting girl.*

Wanna tell us about your background?  Please?

           *sighs and wrinkles her forehead* where to begin.*laughs slightly* Well, first off I guess I'm what you could call a second generation newsgirl. My parents were newsies. Well, until I was born. Then my dad got a job in a factory and my mom stayed a newsgirl. They loved me so, so much, and I loved them. But it was hard; very hard, for them to take care of a baby. After all, mother was 15 and daddy was 17. *the small smile on her face starts to fade* You know how there has always been this thing between gangs and newsies. Well, somehow my dad had gotten in trouble with a gang. One night, when I was 6, they came into our apartment and shot my parents.*slows down, looking somewhat confused, remembering how she felt* I tried to save them. I was so little. What could I do? The gang leader tried to kill me, too, but his girlfriend wouldn't let him. I don't know why, but she saved me. *pauses for a few minutes* Oh, I'm sorry. Guess I kind of dazed off. Well, after all of that, I  just lived on the streets and became a newsie. Now I's finally earned enough money for a decent place to stay!

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

          *thinks for a moment* well...no family, as you know. As for friends...well, I got one. *she smiles and blushes a bit* Andy. He's my best friend. He ain't a newsie though, he works at the stables. *hence the reason Pumpkin can frequently be seen peeking into the stables a few streets away*

What about a special someone? *winks and grins*

           *her face turns beet red* well, um...not really....*she and Andy are in an innocent romance, though she doesn't always admit it*

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

            *pats her pocekt* I hope you don't mind, but I smoke a few cigs a day. Andy's been trying to get me to quit, but I just can't. As for talents...I wouldn't say i got that many. Except I'm a pretty dang good liar. *realizes she probably shouldn't have said this...seeing that you will probably start to wonder about what she has been saying to you*