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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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| *lifts a dark eyebrow and gives San a very thorough once over* *takes her time* Eden Constance Markovey. *lifts full lips into a smug smile that is somehow vaguely sexual in tone* | |
| So, is that just between you and me, or do you have somethin' else you'd rather we call ya? | |
| *laughs softly and smooths a strand of curly dark hair behind an ear* That's my real name, so you can just call me Eden. Some people at home think it's all funny to call me 'Garden Girl', but I'm sure everyone here will be much too dignified to do that. *nods* | |
| How old are ya? | |
| I'm 18 years old. My birthday is April 23rd, 1885, and I was born in Bensonhurst. *another smile* | |
| 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? | |
| *touches the tip of her tongue to her upper lip, then makes a distressed moue* Is that likely to happen? What a shame it would be for that to happen before I even get a chance to know you. *laughs softly and shakes her head* *looks down at herself* I'll do, won't I? *looks up innocently* I'm average height, about five feet four inches tall. I have dark brown hair, which is long and curly - *holds out a lock to illustrate her words* , brown eyes and fair skin. *is particularly vain about her complexion* *is very pretty, but in a vaguely disturbing way, as if there's something dangerous behind the prettiness* | |
| Right. What's your background like? And got any education -- can ya read an' write? | |
| Of course I can read and write. *looked slightly offended that it would be suggested that she couldn't* My family died when I was 10 *looks tragic for a moment, then moves on* and I lived at a church orphanage until last year, when I left. *left the church establishment after she accused the new head priest of sexual impropriety - an act of revenge when the handsome young clergyman refused her advances towards him* You get a very good education at places like that, you know. *lets that sentence hang, is if implying something other than just reading and arithmetic in that education* | |
| Describe yourself, your personality. | |
| *ohs at this, and presses a finger to her lips for a moment as she thinks it over* I think it's very difficult to describe yourself, don't you? I mean, I know how I see myself, but I can't know if it's the same as how someone else sees me. I think I'm a very nice person. But of course, I'm not afraid to speak up and defend myself or my beliefs, do you know what I mean? i'm quite friendly, I suppose. I'd like to think I'm smart, but that's debateable. *laughs charmingly* *is very much not a nice person, is quite vicious, and will do just about anything to get her own way * *loves to gossip, and her favorite past time is scheming to make life difficult for someone* *particularly loves to bring about the ruination of someone who has slighted or offended her in some way* *loves to flirt, but generally loses interest quite quickly after her quarry has been won over* | |
| Criminal record, prior arrests or convictions to speak of? | |
| *laughs and shakes her head* Oh, goodness, no. Nothing like that. *was responsible for the deaths of her family, but was never even suspected of the crime* | |
| Got any family around, or friends? | |
| *lowers her dark eyelashes and looks beautiful and tragic for a moment* My family's dead. They died when I was ten. *shakes her head* I miss them so much. *absolutely does not, was the one responsible for their deaths - she put arsenic in the drinking water after her father disciplined her for a minor offense* But I have some good friends back home. I live at the Canarsie Lodging House, with Rory, by the way. *flashes a smile* It was his idea I get a job here. *nods and smiles, as if suggesting there is something between her and the blonde boy, when there certainly is not* | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? | |
| Oh, I thought I could waitress, or something like that. *looks hopeful* Do you suppose I could? | |
| Anything else? | |
| *shakes her head and smiles* No, I don't think so. It was lovely meeting you. *adds San to her mental list of boys to try to seduce* | |
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