Skirts Ranew

So wat's yer name, kid? *Skirts looks up for a minute, then continues to string beads onto the cord. She’s busy making necklaces* Well, if you’se wan’na get technical id’s Elima Carla Ranew. *a smiles widens over her face until she’s wearing a large grin*

You got a nick-name or was 'dat it? No way, dat’s too long ta be a nickname. My nickname’s Skirts. Got called dat when I was in tha Refuge. *she notices how your face changes at the mention of the children’s prison, and she quickly adds* I was innocent. Dey was arrestin a lot a kids during tha strike. Anyway, lot’sa troublemaker type goils dey don’t wear skirts an dresses. Dey prefer ta look like tha boys. I don’t know why. When I showed up I wore my skirts. Dey all kept tellin me I wasn’t no newsie cause I din’t dress like one. Dey named me Skirts. I liked it, so dat’s what I’m called.

Where you from, anyways? Queens, but I only lived dare until I was five. Afta my folks died my sista an I moved ta Manhattan. *she drops a bead, and leans over to pick it up, then picking it up continues to bead the necklace*

Whadd'a yah look like? A goil. *she puts the necklace aside for a moment and stands up* Take a guess, ‘ow old do ya think I am? *She stands as tall as she can, which is only four foot ten. Her long wavy chestnut hair is pulled back by a white ribbon. It cascades down her back and falls into uneven curls at her waist. Her eyes are an emerald green, and appear quite large for such a small girl, but they have a pleasant sweet look, and almost guarantee a smile from an onlooker. Her skin is a peachy cream color, with small rose colored lips, but when she smiles her smile takes up a good portion of her face. She almost always smiles, for she is rarely upset. She wears a plain white blouse, with a yellow waist, and a sky blue skirt. She appears quite small, perhaps thirteen or fourteen. Once you’ve unsuccessfully guessed her age she speaks* I’m seventeen. Just turned id February 8. I was born in 1887. Hard ta believe I know. Nobody usually guesses correctly. Although Kyro came pretty close.

Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics? I ‘oped ya wouldn’t notice. I kinda limp when I walk. Id ain’t nottin big, just on account a my lef’ leg. Id ain’t even with my right one.

If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat would fall out? My days earnings, about a dolla er so. A kerchief, an some beads probably. I got a real fine nicklice ‘ere. *takes a strand of bright blue beads out of her pocket* Id din’t sell taday, so ‘ere’s whad I’m gonna do. I’ll let ya ‘ave id fer *pauses a moment to think* fer tha low price a eight cents. Id’sa real bargain. Good quality too. *holds the necklace out for you to see*

How'd you find 'da place? Oh, ‘appened upon id. ‘Ad been lookin fer awhile, but I couldn’t find a place. Id’s nice ‘ere.

You drink, smoke, gamble... Goodness, no. Just because I was placed in the Refuge, doesn’t make me one of those kind of goils. Besides dat, I’m a God fearin goil, an I know he don’t approve a dat kind a stuff.

Related tah any'bady we'd know? My sista’s in Pennsylvania, so unless you’se got family dare, I don’t think so.

Who's yah best friend? Wheneva I need ta think things ova, I always talk ta God, but fer friends down ‘ere, Bell. Ah, ya know ‘er as Sarah Johnson. When she come ‘ere I called ‘er dat, on account a ‘er southern ways. *Giggles* She an Kyro are a great couple. An, a’couse dere’s Minus. *sighs* E’s been through a lot, an I think dat tends ta make ‘im nervous around people, but once ya git passed dat, you’ll see e’s wondaful. *she sits down and begins working on her necklace again*

Got any woyds tah live by? *looks up and smiles* Everything ‘appens fer a reason. We might not see tha reason now, but id’s all in God’s plan. Ya sure ya don’t whanna buy a nicklice? *holds it out once again*

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So wat's yer name, kid?	Skirts looks up for a minute, then continues to string beads onto the cord. She’s busy making necklaces Well, if you’se wan’na get technical id’s Elima Carla Ranew. a smiles widens over her face until she’s wearing a large grin
You got a nick-name or was 'dat it?	No way, dat’s too long ta be a nickname. My nickname’s Skirts. Got called dat when I was in tha Refuge. she notices how your face changes at the mention of the children’s prison, and she quickly adds I was innocent. Dey was arrestin a lot a kids during tha strike. Anyway, lot’sa troublemaker type goils dey don’t wear skirts an dresses. Dey prefer ta look like tha boys. I don’t know why. When I showed up I wore my skirts. Dey all kept tellin me I wasn’t no newsie cause I din’t dress like one. Dey named me Skirts. I liked it, so dat’s what I’m called.
Where you from, anyways?	Queens, but I only lived dare until I was five. Afta my folks died my sista an I moved ta Manhattan. she drops a bead, and leans over to pick it up, then picking it up continues to bead the necklace
Whadd'a yah look like?	A goil. she puts the necklace aside for a moment and stands up Take a guess, ‘ow old do ya think I am? She stands as tall as she can, which is only four foot ten. Her long wavy chestnut hair is pulled back by a white ribbon. It cascades down her back and falls into uneven curls at her waist. Her eyes are an emerald green, and appear quite large for such a small girl, but they have a pleasant sweet look, and almost guarantee a smile from an onlooker. Her skin is a peachy cream color, with small rose colored lips, but when she smiles her smile takes up a good portion of her face. She almost always smiles, for she is rarely upset. She wears a plain white blouse, with a yellow waist, and a sky blue skirt. She appears quite small, perhaps thirteen or fourteen. Once you’ve unsuccessfully guessed her age she speaks I’m seventeen. Just turned id February 8. I was born in 1887. Hard ta believe I know. Nobody usually guesses correctly. Although Kyro came pretty close.
Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics?	I ‘oped ya wouldn’t notice. I kinda limp when I walk. Id ain’t nottin big, just on account a my lef’ leg. Id ain’t even with my right one.
If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat would fall out?	My days earnings, about a dolla er so. A kerchief, an some beads probably. I got a real fine nicklice ‘ere. takes a strand of bright blue beads out of her pocket Id din’t sell taday, so ‘ere’s whad I’m gonna do. I’ll let ya ‘ave id fer pauses a moment to think fer tha low price a eight cents. Id’sa real bargain. Good quality too. holds the necklace out for you to see
How'd you find 'da place?	Oh, ‘appened upon id. ‘Ad been lookin fer awhile, but I couldn’t find a place. Id’s nice ‘ere.
You drink, smoke, gamble...	Goodness, no. Just because I was placed in the Refuge, doesn’t make me one of those kind of goils. Besides dat, I’m a God fearin goil, an I know he don’t approve a dat kind a stuff.
Related tah any'bady we'd know?	My sista’s in Pennsylvania, so unless you’se got family dare, I don’t think so.
Who's yah best friend?	Wheneva I need ta think things ova, I always talk ta God, but fer friends down ‘ere, Bell. Ah, ya know ‘er as Sarah Johnson. When she come ‘ere I called ‘er dat, on account a ‘er southern ways. Giggles She an Kyro are a great couple. An, a’couse dere’s Minus. sighs E’s been through a lot, an I think dat tends ta make ‘im nervous around people, but once ya git passed dat, you’ll see e’s wondaful. she sits down and begins working on her necklace again
Got any woyds tah live by?	looks up and smiles Everything ‘appens fer a reason. We might not see tha reason now, but id’s all in God’s plan. Ya sure ya don’t whanna buy a nicklice? holds it out once again