What's yer name, kid? Jack Kelly *rolls eyes* Well, it's really Francis Sullivan, but don't evah call me dat.
Whaddya wanna be called? Jack, or Cowboy
So where'd ya git yer nickname, anyway? Well, Jack's my name, an' Cowboy's cause I always used ta tawk about goin' out west ta Santa Fe
How old are ya? Do ya know yer boithday? I'se 17, an' me boithday's August 30
So tell me yer story, I won't tell no one Ya really wanna know? Tell anyone an I'll soak ya good! When I was a kid, me Ma got real sick. I took my Da an' lil' sistah, True, ta go get da doctah'. While we was gone, da building we lived in caught on fire. Dey sayed no one made it out alive. Da said he had some importan' stuff ta do so I told Da I'd look aftah me sistah while he was gone. He left us wid his friend Medda. Da neveah came back an we latah' hoid dat he got put in jail. Medda had her hands full wid her place an didn't need two kids running 'bout undah' foot so I started selling papes as a Newsie an took True along cause she helped sellin'. Rich folks are suckah's fer lil goils. Spot, me best friend that lived in the same building with us, started selling as a newsie too. He told me bout dis lodgin' house an I decided ta move in dere so we did and we's been heah eveah since.
Describe yer looks: I'se tall, 'bout 6' or so, wit' light brown hair, an' I always wear a red bandanna around me neck, an' a cowboy hat on my head.
Tell me what yer like, poisonality wise: *shrugs* I guess ya could say I'se a good leadah. I'se real loyal ta me friends...*smirk* it ain't healty ta mess wit' my friends. *Rolls eyes* an' I guess I'se sorta soft undaneath *glare* but don' evah tell anyone ya hoid dat.
Whaddya wish fer? Moah den any'tin'? Dat's a tough one. I used ta wish dat I could go ta Santa Fe, but somehow dat ain't important any moah. I guess I jus' wish times weren't hahd fer everyone.
Ya friends wit' anyone heah yet? Everyone, I run da place...along wit' Charisma, coise I knows she'd soak me if I didn't say dat.
So, uh, *wink* ya goin' wit' anyone? **looks confused** Well, it's sorta complicated. I mean, me an' Charisma, we'se real good friends. But maybe we'se sorta goin' tageddah, too. Da only ting I do know is dat I ain't interested in no one else.
Anytin' else ya wanna say? Headlines don't sell papes. Newsies sell papes. **turns away to leave, then turns back** And be nice ta True, she's my sistah, an' anyone who messes wit' her gets a soakin'!
Everyone's dyin' ta meetcha