Riot O'Malley

So wat's yer name, kid? Name’s Kate O’Malley. An’ you?

You got a nick-name or was 'dat it? Naw, the kids call me Riot. Three guesses as ta where -that- came from. . .

Where you from, anyways? Originally? Ireland, I guess ya could say. Wasn't born there, a course, but me mum was. Me, I was born on a ship that sank a few years ago called "The Sea Wench". Ain't dat a great name? There ain't evah been a bettah ship ta sail the seas. Fortunately, though, I didn't have ta do through it's sinkin'. But anyways, as of recently, I been a resident a Chicago, Illinois. Now -that's- a bad town if I evah seen one.

Whadd'a yah look like? Whadda I look like?? Geemaneez, if you can't tell, who knows? I certainly ain't seen meself in a mirror lately. It's been at least a couple a years. Far as I can tell, though, me hair is black, an' it's been gettin' pretty long. That's why I gotta keep it braided all da time. Damn stuff gets in the way. I oughta cut it off. Anyways, what else? Somebody once tol' me a few years ago that me eyes are hazel, so unless they've changed, I'd guess they still are. Oh, an' I happen ta be fairly, uh *looks around nervously* thin, but don't go bringin' it up, awright?

Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics? *narrowly eyes the narrator* Distinguishin' characteristics, huh? Whaddya tryin' ta imply? Didn't we jist talk about this? Hell, I know I'm skinnier'n most kids. Don't mean ya gotta go aroun' pointin' it out. 'Sides that, I happen ta have the digestive tract of a goat - nothin' makes me sick.

If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat would fall out? Uh *feels around in her pockets*, about two bits, give or take a dime or two, an' a couple a cigarettes, an' an empty matchbook - hey, I oughtta throw that out.

How'd you find 'da place? Oh, that ain't such an innerestin' story. I got outta an orphan train (nevah travel in one a those, trust me) an' landed right aroun' heah. Not such a bad place, if ya ask me. But, look *leans in conspiratorially*, if anybody from Chicago comes lookin' for me heah, you nevah hoid a me, okay?

You drink, smoke, gamble... Don't drink much, but I'm a fair poker player, an' I been known ta shoot craps. As far as smokin' goes, you gotta light? It's been ten minutes since I had me last cigarette.

Related tah any'bady we'd know? Uh *thinks* nope, I don't think so. Naw *nods* I think all a me relatives died on the Wench.

Who's yah best friend? Best friend? *shrugs* Wouldn't say I got one. Now friends, I got plenty a those - or at least anuff ta keep me busy.

Got any woyds tah live by? Yeah, this's one that's pretty popular where I come from: If ya want an audience, start a fight. Words ta live by, my friend. Words ta live by.

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So wat's yer name, kid?	Name’s Kate O’Malley. An’ you?
You got a nick-name or was 'dat it?	Naw, the kids call me Riot. Three guesses as ta where -that- came from. . .
Where you from, anyways?	Originally? Ireland, I guess ya could say. Wasn't born there, a course, but me mum was. Me, I was born on a ship that sank a few years ago called "The Sea Wench". Ain't dat a great name? There ain't evah been a bettah ship ta sail the seas. Fortunately, though, I didn't have ta do through it's sinkin'. But anyways, as of recently, I been a resident a Chicago, Illinois. Now -that's- a bad town if I evah seen one.
Whadd'a yah look like?	Whadda I look like?? Geemaneez, if you can't tell, who knows? I certainly ain't seen meself in a mirror lately. It's been at least a couple a years. Far as I can tell, though, me hair is black, an' it's been gettin' pretty long. That's why I gotta keep it braided all da time. Damn stuff gets in the way. I oughta cut it off. Anyways, what else? Somebody once tol' me a few years ago that me eyes are hazel, so unless they've changed, I'd guess they still are. Oh, an' I happen ta be fairly, uh looks around nervously thin, but don't go bringin' it up, awright?
Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics?	narrowly eyes the narrator Distinguishin' characteristics, huh? Whaddya tryin' ta imply? Didn't we jist talk about this? Hell, I know I'm skinnier'n most kids. Don't mean ya gotta go aroun' pointin' it out. 'Sides that, I happen ta have the digestive tract of a goat - nothin' makes me sick.
If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat would fall out?	Uh feels around in her pockets, about two bits, give or take a dime or two, an' a couple a cigarettes, an' an empty matchbook - hey, I oughtta throw that out.
How'd you find 'da place?	Oh, that ain't such an innerestin' story. I got outta an orphan train (nevah travel in one a those, trust me) an' landed right aroun' heah. Not such a bad place, if ya ask me. But, look leans in conspiratorially, if anybody from Chicago comes lookin' for me heah, you nevah hoid a me, okay?
You drink, smoke, gamble...	Don't drink much, but I'm a fair poker player, an' I been known ta shoot craps. As far as smokin' goes, you gotta light? It's been ten minutes since I had me last cigarette.
Related tah any'bady we'd know?	Uh thinks nope, I don't think so. Naw nods I think all a me relatives died on the Wench.
Who's yah best friend?	Best friend? shrugs Wouldn't say I got one. Now friends, I got plenty a those - or at least anuff ta keep me busy.
Got any woyds tah live by?	Yeah, this's one that's pretty popular where I come from: If ya want an audience, start a fight. Words ta live by, my friend. Words ta live by.