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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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| *shifts his weight a bit uncomfortably* Cory. Cory Bryant. That's short for Corin. *hesitates* Corin Charles Bryant. *tries not to fidget too much* | |
| So, is that just between you and me, or do you have somethin' else you'd rather we call ya? | |
| Cory's good. *grins a bit* Nobody calls me Corin except for Cash, and even then only when she's pissed - I mean mad. *nods some* *gets his ears bboxed regularly by his big sister for swearing, so tries to keep it to a minimum, even when she's not within hearing distance, since she seems to have an uncanny ability to know about it anyway* | |
| How old are ya? | |
| Seventeen. *wilts almost immediately* Okay, I'm fifteen. But I can pass for seventeen. *quickly* *can, because if his height, and if one doesn't look too closely at his face* | |
| 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? | |
| *tries to pretend he's not vaguely weirded out by that statement* *isn't quite succeeding in pulling off the cool, collected thing* Um. *shrugs* I'm tall? I look like my sister. *nods* Only, not. I mean - like her, but not like a girl. *furrows his eyebrows a bit* You know what I mean, right? *flounders nervously* I've got brown hair and brown eyes. *is tall, 6'1, with the lanky build that young boys have when the rest of their body hasn't quite caught up to their height* *does quite closely resemble his sister in the nearly black hair, dark eyes, and almost delicate features* *is a cute kid, and will probably be a fairly handsome man* | |
| Right. What's your background like? And got any education -- can ya read an' write? | |
| Um. *shifts his weight again* Well, Cash told you all that right? Like how Dad died a few years ago and stuff? *shrugs a bit* Cash's been taking care of me - well, we take care of each other. *grins a bit* I guess she's better at it then I am. She doesn't want me to quit school to get a job, so we decided on a part time deal, if that's gonna be okay with you guys. Um, so, yeah, I go to school in the daytime, and I live with my sister. I guess there's not much to tell, really. *is young yet, hasn't had time to build up a whole sordid history* Yeah, I can read and write. Even if Cash doesn't think so. *rolls his eyes* *gets in trouble with his sister at regular intervals over his mediocre grades* | |
| Describe yourself, your personality. | |
| * *shifts his weight again and cracks his knuckles, a nervous habit his sister is always smacking his hands for* Uh. I dunno. I'm just like anybody else, I guess. *is a very typical teenaged boy, obsessed with girls and having fun* *is somewhat shy and awkward, quite clumsy, having not grown into his body as of yet, but is sweet and friendly when he's comfortable with people* *runs a hand through his hair* I dunno. *tries to do the right thing, but is easily goaded into trouble by other kids, or worse, some of the older boys at the club* *is impressionable and desperate to please and impress* | |
| Criminal record, prior arrests or convictions to speak of? | |
| *actually snickers a bit, then stops* Man, if I did, I wouldn't be standing here. My sister would shoot me. *grins a bit* Wow, I'd be so dead. | |
| Got any family around, or friends? | |
| Well, my sister, obviously. *shrugs some* Some of the guys here are okay, I guess. *looks up to them, especially San and Jamie, but has a rather unfortunate need to impress Easy Madison, for some odd reason* I got my friends at school. *turns very red* No girl. *has crushes on nearly all the girls who work upstairs, and stammers and stutters whenever any of them speak to him* | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? | |
| Um, Cash suggested being a message boy or a busboy or something like that? I can do anything you teach me. *but will get his little hide skinned if he gets involved in anything illegal* It has to just be at night though, 'cause I gotta go to school during the day. *has it in his head to eventually be a doctor, but hasn't buckled down and started working for it yet, is still in the goofing off phase of adolescence* | |
| Anything else? | |
| *shakes his head* I don't think so. Thanks. *grins a bit and glances towards the gaming room* I guess I'm not allowed in there, huh? | |
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