So wat's yer name, kid?	Well...if yer talkin' about my real name...*frowns, disgusted* It's Dolly McNamer. *motions for you to come closer* But lets keep that a secret, you and me, alright? Good.
You got a nick-name or was 'dat it?	*smiles, showing her crooked teeth, and spits on the floor* Spitshine! Ya see, I wasn't always sellin' da papes. I used ta woik at da sheepsheads as a Shoe Shiner. *leans closer again, a sly grin on her face* I usually didn't make enough money to buy me a new shoe shining kit so every once in a while... I'd add a little spit to spruce up da shoe a bit. To bad, one day it landed me in da refuge. *laughs slightly*
Where you from, anyways?	Well, I was born in some 'single muddas' house in 1887. In case ya were wonderin', dat makes me 15. anyway, Dis was over in Lower Manhattan. Despite da help from da single muddas home, Me mom couldn't take care of me. She was a regular to da Sheepshead Tracks and she had ta take me with her. One day there, she meets dis guy and goes off with him. So the next thing I know, I'se layin' in a trash can outside da Tracks. *rolls her eyes* some mudda...*looks away a little, trying to hide the sadness building up inside her* Anyway, this old lady wanders over and finds me in da trash can. She decided ta take me to her house and search for me parents. Well, she found me mudda but she wasn't pleased after mom said she had left me in da trash on purpose so de old lady took me in. I loved it at her hous, she was a real rich one. But den one day she died, all of the sudden. and all of her belongings go ta her son *gets a mad look in her eyes* I never liked him...*shrugs* Sorry if i'se boring ya...sometimes i talk alot.
Whadd'a yah look like?	*raises an eyebrow* Can't ya see? *stands up and slowly turns around* *you can see she doesn't really care about her looks. She's got very frizzy, curly, red hair that comes down a few inches past her shoulders. Her skin would be pale..if she wasn't so dirty and covered with scratches, bruises, and freckles. On her grimy skinny are two big, green, eyes and a pair of peach-colored lips. She stands about 5'6 and is wearing a baggy bage shirt, red suspenders, dark brown pants, and a pair of black shoes that shine* Ya done? Good.
Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics?	Well...I'se always spittin' everywhere, so watch out. I's also like ta play craps and blackjack, and go to da racetracks. And then there's the red hair and freckles...*frowns*
If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat�would fall out?	A pack of cigars, some 'speacial' dice, a deck of cards, and some various udda things dat I'd rather not mention. *smirks*
How'd you find 'da place?	Well..it's all because my mom, a sweet old lady, and a trash can. Despite da help from da single muddas home, me mom couldn't take care of me. She was a regular to da Sheepshead Tracks and she had ta take me with her. One day there, she meets dis guy and goes off with him. So the next thing I know, I'se layin' in a trash can outside da Tracks. *rolls her eyes* Some mudda...*looks away a little, trying to hide the sadness building up inside her* Anyway, this old lady wanders over and finds me in da trash can. She decided ta take me to her house and search for me parents. Well, she found me mudda but she wasn't pleased after mom said she had left me in da trash on purpose so de old lady took me in. I loved it at her house, she was a real rich one and she was nice too. But den one day she died, all of the sudden. And all of her belongings go ta her son *gets a mad look in her eyes* I never liked him...*shrugs* So I was left with nothin' and thrown into an orphanage! I was about ten at the time. Well, after two weeks I had had enough of the orphanage and me and my friend, Gravel, escaped. Soon after dat, we became sho shiners. That's when he dubbed me Spitshine. Just recently we was shinin' shoes down at de racetracks when the customer catches me spitshinin' his shoes. He gets real mad, calls us both street rats, and sics dis cop on us. We was arrested for 'Unhealthy contributions to the city' in other words, spitshinin' shoes. *rolls her eyes* So now we's in da refuge and we got tired of dat real quick too. In a month we had busted outta that joint. After are little shoe shining escapade, we decided ta join da newsies. We was lookin' fer a good lodging house. I chose this one, but he's stubborn and wanted ta stay where we was. He should visit often though, and he might even join.
You drink, smoke, gamble...�	Drinking...sometimes, I smoke a few a day, and Gambling is my middle name. But if I'm in da company of people who don't like drinkin' and smokin', I won't do it. But gambling...I'll always be gambling. I especially like playin' Craps.
Related tah any'bady�we'd know?	Nope. Unless you know any dead people... *looks away* I think my dad might still be alive...I never knew him though, so I wouldn't know.
Who's yah best friend?	Gravel. By now yer probably wonderin' who he is. *smiles* Well, as you know, we met in da orphanage. Ever since then, we's been da best of friends. And lately, I've been thinking, maybe we's more den just friends...*grins like a fool*
Got any woyds tah live by?	Life is like a Game of Craps...you'll probably never when unless its dices are loaded.