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| *drawls in a thick Southern accent* Darlin', I wouldn't lie to you if my sorry hide depended on it. *laughs cheerfully* It's Dalliance Felicia Du Bois. *nods and smiles* How do ya do? | |
| So, is that just between you and me, or do you have somethin' else you'd rather we call ya? | |
| *laughs* I think that pretty much covers it, hon. Some people call me Dal, or Dally, so if you're inclined to do so, you go right ahead. | |
| How old are ya? | |
| You know, I was feelin' right old, thinking to myself, Dally, girl, you're gettin' some long in the tooth, but ya know what? I'm only eighteen. Here I was, thinking I was older. *grins and shrugs* Eighteen, and that's all. | |
| 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, taking the question purely as a joke, not as a distinct possibility in a place like this* I'm short, about 5'2. *shrugs some* Curly blonde hair. Blue eyes. Still got me a bit of a summer tan. *shrugs some* *doesn't believe it when people tell her she's beautiful, thinks of herself as very average* I usually wear boys' clothes, but working here an' all, I wear dresses. *takes better care of her appearance since getting romantically involved with the club owner* | |
| Right. What's your background like? And got any education -- can ya read an' write? | |
| *blinks a bit, then laughs* Is that a standard question, or do I sound that much like a hayseed? *chuckles good naturedly* I can read an' write jus' fine, sugar. My mama and my granmama taught me when I was little. There was no school nearby, but they did their best. I'm not the smartest cookie in the batch, but I'm not as dumb as a post, either. *isn't dumb, but is terribly naive* I'm from Arkansas. Little town called Sentiment, and yes, it surely is as small as it sounds. It's just over the hills from the Tennessee border. When my mama died, I high tailed it on up North, since there was nothing left for me down there. So here I am. *nods* | |
| Describe yourself, your personality. | |
| *twists a curl around her finger* Oh, well, I guess I'm friendly. Um. Generally pretty cheerful, happy go lucky. *shrugs a bit* I'm always talkin', laughin'. I guess I care alot about people. *shrugs some* I'm not too smart, but I don't think I'm stupid either. *is quite kind and caring, if rather naive* *is protective and motherly to her friends, but sometimes comes off as a bit bossy and nosy* | |
| Criminal record, prior arrests or convictions to speak of? | |
| *laughs out loud* For what? *doesn't do anything illegal, really* | |
| Got any family around, or friends? | |
| Well, my friends are my family, hon. The kids back at the house *meaning the GravesEnd Boarding House* and some of the kids here. *smiles* *is also dating the club's owner, but would never flaunt it, or use it to better her working situation in any way* | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? | |
| Oh, well, I was thinkin' of waitressin'. I'm pretty sick of bein' cooped up over at the Britannia Factory. *smiles* I thought this might be better. I've never waitressed before, but I'm real good with people an' all. | |
| Anything else? | |
| *tucks a curl back into her thick blonde braid* I don't think so. *smiles cheerfully* | |
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