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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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| *turns around with a friendly smile* Well, hey there. *holds out a hand* My name's Honey. Honey Clayton. What can I do ya for? | |
| So, is that just between you and me, or do you have somethin' else you'd rather we call ya? | |
| *makes a face and shoves a handful of long, dark blonde curls off her cheek* Honey is my nickname. They call me that 'cause of my hair, I think, but I'm not positive. My real name's Clementine. *looks pained* Ya know, like the song? My daddy used to sing it to me all the time, especially in public. *rolls her eyes* He always got a hoot out of embarrassin' me like that. | |
| How old are ya? | |
| smiles and takes a seat* I guess now�s as good a time as any to take my break. I turn nineteen in just a few weeks, as a matter of fact. October the thirty-first, All Hallow�s Eve. *quirks her lips* Daddy used to say that I was special because my birth was celebrated on the same day most people celebrate death. *grins* | |
| 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? | |
| *lifts her eyebrows at a questions with such an obvious answer, but shrugs* Um, I'm about 5'5"-, 5'6"-ish. *smiles pleasantly* My eyes're hazel, my hair's...well, you can see for yourself. *has hair curling down to the middle of her back, honey-gold in color, large eyes framed with dark lashes, full, pink lips, and an open, sweet expression* | |
| Right. What's your background like? And got any education -- can ya read an' write? | |
| *ponders the question for a moment, organizing her thoughts* Well, I grew up in the area, actually. *grins* I love Brooklyn, I couldn't ever leave. Um, my mama died havin' me, so I was raised by my daddy. I didn't have any brothers or sisters. It was just us. Daddy...well, I don't know where he is now. Something happened to him. *evasively* *honestly has no idea where he is, just that he completely disappeared from sight two years ago, and has yet to hear a word from him or about him* | |
| Describe yourself, your personality. | |
| *laughs a bit* Oh, well, I like to have a good time, just like any other girl. I try to be nice to everybody. *shrugs slightly* I don't know, really. That's not an easy question to answer about yourself, ya know? *is friendly and talkative, always willing to listen to another person, and somewhat na�ve about not only her employer, but also her past relationships and her surroundings* | |
| Criminal record, prior arrests or convictions to speak of? | |
| *blinks* Oh, goodness, no! *grins* Daddy would have killed me if I let somethin' like that happen. | |
| Got any family around, or friends? | |
| Oh, well, there was Daddy, obviously. *shrugs and grins* People here at work are my friends, of course, and a few people in the neighborhood. Oh, and I'm not datin' anyone, if that's what you're askin'. | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? | |
| Oh, I've been a waitress at two other night clubs, and I thought maybe y'all would let me do that here. *smiles* | |
| Anything else? | |
| *starts to say something, then catches the evil eye from the bartender, and quickly shakes her head* No, I'm sorry. *gestures to the filling room* It looks like break time's over. It was nice meetin' ya. *stands up and pulls out her notepad* Can I get ya anythin'? | |
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