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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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*crosses her arms over her
chest and takes her sweet time answering* *hikes a dark eyebrow almost
disdainfully, but not quite, then smiles* Cashlyn Eleanor Bryant. That's Cash with a C, just like the money, then Lyn. Cash-Lyn. Bryant with a Y. Eleanor with an E. *might be making fun, but may not, its hard to tell* |
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| So, is that just between you and me, or do you have somethin' else you'd rather we call ya? | |
| *shrugs* Most people call me Cash. *looks amused* Imagine that. *grins a bit* | |
| How old are ya? | |
| *inspects her fingernails* How old do I look? *glances up and flashes a smile that might be flirtatious, but also might not* I turned nineteen in April. Is that old enough? | |
| 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? | |
| *laughs out loud* I guess that's an occupational hazard around here, isn't it? *grins some and leans back in her chair* I'm average height, dark brown hair, brown eyes. *lifts a loose strand of hair and frowns at it* It's straight. Just below my shoulders. Nothing extraordinary. *isn't particularly vain, despite being quite an attractive young woman* *shrugs a bit* What do you think? Am I cute? *grins teasingly* *is, as she said, average height at about 5'4, and very slim without being skinny* Okay, you can stop staring now. *frowns slightly*� *has quite fair skin for her dark hair and eyes, high cheekbones, an upturned nose, and a mouth that might be called sweet when her personality may not* | |
| Right. What's your background like? And got any education -- can ya read an' write? | |
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*snorts* Do I sound illiterate to you? *laughs* I
would hope not, my father
would die. Well, actually, he already did, so that's a moot point. *rolls
her eyes* It's the same old story. *waves a slender hand adorned with
silver rings* Mother died just after Cory was born. Dad raised us. Then when
he died five years ago, I got stuck with the job. *shrugs* *despite
her choice of words, is not at all bitter about being the breadwinner for
herself and her brother, and does quite a good job at it* I went to school
until I was fourteen, and helped Dad on the side. *on the side referring to her father's illegal activities as a fence for various Brooklyn criminal organizations* Of course I can read and write. Probably better than you can. *flashes a teasing grin to soften her slightly insulting words* |
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| Describe yourself, your personality. | |
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*groans and claps a hand to her face* Why are you
asking me that? Geez. I am
who I am. Don't piss me off, I fight dirty. *laughs and shrugs* Um.
*thinks about this, screwing her face up slightly* I don't know. I guess I
can be a bitch sometimes. Ask Cory, he lives with me, he'd be able to
describe me better then I could. *shrugs* *is not maternal by nature, except with her younger brother, whom she babys and overprotects mercilessly* *is quick witted and sharp tongued, but likes to have a good time as much as anyone* *is generally fairly friendly and easy to get along with, if somewhat erratic in various attitudes* |
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| Criminal record, prior arrests or convictions to speak of? | |
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*chuckles* No way, are you kidding? *was almost
arrested once, but managed to
convince the arresting officer that the charges against her were completely ridiculous, and got off scott free* |
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| Got any family around, or friends? | |
| My brother, Cory. *nods towards a lanky, dark haired boy in his mid teens who is cleaning off a nearby table* It's just us, we're all the family we have. I have friends, but it's mostly about me and Cory. *nods* *is fiercely protective of her brother, and would sell her soul to keep him safe* And no, no boyfriend. *flirts a lot, but tends to keep men at arm's length* | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? *chuckles* I suppose I could apply to work upstairs... *laughs and tosses her head, making a face* Or not. I'm a fence. It's what my dad used to do.� - Jimmy Bryant? You've heard of him. *assuredly* I learned from him. *is one of the best fences in the borough, thanks to the contacts made through her father* I can sell anything. You name it, I'll find a buyer for it. *lifts an eyebrow slyly* | |
| Anything else? | |
| *waves a hand* Keep your hands to yourself, leave my brother alone, and we'll get along just fine. *smiles brightly* See ya round. *slides gracefully out of her chair and saunters casually off* | |
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