So wat's yer name, kid?	*smiles* Cookie Caranzi...pleased ta meet ya.
You got a nick-name or was 'dat it?	*grins* Dat's it...real name's Carla, but I been Cookie ever since I was a little kid.
Where you from, anyways?	*the smile drops a little* Well, you can tell it's Jersey from the accent, right? *smiles sweetly* I'd say that's all ya need to know.
Whadd'a yah look like?	*raises an eyebrow and smirks* You're lookin' at me, aren't ya? *Cookie's around 5'8", with the straight blond hair and dark blue eyes of her Veronese family. She's of average build and has glasses for reading (which she seldom remembers to keep with her)*
Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics?	*shrugs* Jersey accent. *grins* But ya knew that already. *thinks, then smiles again* A kinda nasty temper sometimes. *smiles* I'm a pretty nice girl, though. *Nasty temper isn't the half of it, actually...Cookie has episodes of depression in which she hardly seems to be the same person. These black moods can last anywhere from a day to as much as a couple of weeks in which she won't talk to anyone or will cry for no real reason at all. There's no telling what will set off a bad spell*
If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat�would fall out?	*rummages through her pockets* Hm... ribbon... two bits... *pulls out a piece of balled up paper* *grins* Dunno -what- that is... *digs through some more* *pulls out an earring* *laughs a little* So that's where that is...*grins* I can be a li'l absent-minded sometimes. *rummages a bit more* *smiles* I think that's it.
How'd you find 'da place?	*shrugs nonchalantly* Just saw the sign. Seemed as good a place to stay as any.
You drink, smoke, gamble...�	*laughs* You're askin' Cookie Caranzi if she -gambles-? *smirks* Get out a deck of cards and you'll find out. *smiles* As for the other two...nope. *shrugs* Just never got in the habit, I guess.
Related tah any'bady�we'd know?	*a guarded expression comes into her eyes, though the smile's still in place* Not unless you know people in Jersey. *Cookie's the daughter of the head of the Caranzi family, a rather powerful force of organized crime in Jersey City...their activities are the reason she had to get out of town*
Who's yah best friend?	*shrugs* Don't know anyone around here real well...*grins* Guess I'll just have to work on making friends, eh?
Got any woyds tah live by?	*half smiles* Well, there's somethin' my father always used to say...Never sit with your back to the door you don't know who might come waltzing in to shoot you in the back.