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Your real name. No aliases: we'll figure it out sooner or later and you'll be less one job immediately. |
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| *snorts lightly at the threat, but manages to refrain from rolling his eyes* *needs this job a little more than he cares to admit* Elijah Gavinsdale, sir. *tries really hard not to let the sarcasm come out on the last word, but just can�t do it, and mentally curses himself for his weakness* *hopes San doesn�t notice* Can I smoke? Is that awright? *lights up* | |
| So, is that just between you and me, or do you have somethin' else you'd rather we call ya? | |
| My name�s gen�rally shortened ta Eli, but people at the house - *meaning the newsboys� & newsgirls� lodging house in Canarsie, Brooklyn* - call me Canvas. �Cause I�m an artist. *does not sound haughty, really* *really* *but if he does, it�s only a little, honest* | |
| How old are ya? | |
| I�m seventeen. *doesn�t elaborate, because he doesn�t do that* | |
| Say I die tonight an' there are new guys at the door tomorrow when ya come in for work. How do they know it's you? What do you look like? | |
| *shoots San a look of pure exasperation, but answers the question anyway* Skinny. �Bout 5�9� or so. Lots o� hair. *shrugs* *has dark eyes and a perpetually cynical expression, topped by an unruly mop of shaggy brown hair* | |
| Right. What's your background like? And got any education -- can ya read an' write? | |
| *sighs* O� course I can read an� write. Who can�t? An� I love ta paint. I�ve got a show comin� up soon, in Williamsburg. *proudly* Ya oughta stop by an� take a look. *continues to dodge the question by going into great detail about the pieces he�ll be displaying at the show* | |
| Describe yourself, your personality. | |
| *dryly* I�m a nasty, sarcastic loner who doesn�t appreciate a lot o� questions �bout �imself. *gives San a slightly pointed look and shrugs* Ya'll get my personal�ty figured out pretty quick when ya get ta know me. *is not very social, preferring to work on his art, rather than talk with people* *is quite talented, and knows it* *smokes too much, and knows that, too* | |
| Criminal record, prior arrests or convictions to speak of? | |
| *rolls his eyes* No. I�m clean. *is a good boy, follows the law, doesn�t break the rules* *just likes to paint* | |
| Got any family around, or friends? | |
| *shrugs* Nobody ya know, so why bother tellin' ya? *is, as stated, a loner, with no close friends, and no family* | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? | |
| My skills don�t transfer over ta workin� in a place like this. *shrugs lightly* But I�d like ta give it a shot, anyway. I�m small an� quick, an� I�d like ta work as a messenger. I heard yer hirin�. | |
| Anything else? | |
| *shakes his head* Naw. *rubs out his cigarette and stands* It was good meetin� ya, sir. *this time, says the title without sarcasm* | |
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