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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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| *smirks faintly* Yes, sir. *sounds completely sincere, even if his expression isn�t* *shrugs* M� name�s Scott Ryan Bishop. | |
| So, is that just between you and me, or do you have somethin' else you'd rather we call ya? | |
| *gives a half-laugh and grins* Scottie. Yeah, I know, it makes me sound like I�m �bout eight, but it�s all da same ta me whatcha wanna call me. | |
| How old are ya? | |
| Uh, not eight? *laughs* I�m nineteen. I know what yer thinkin�. I don�t act it, huh? But I do when I need ta, usually. *shrugs* | |
| 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? | |
| *smirks more* Marsden�s gettin� ready ta axe ya perm�nently, huh? *grins charmingly* Jus� kiddin�. *thinks for a minute* Brown hair an� eyes, I�m tall. �Bout 6�0�. Da goils love me, so I must be pretty good-lookin�. *laughs and poses* Whatcha think? Heartbreak material, or what? *may be joking around, but actually is quite attractive, in his own way* | |
| Right. What's your background like? And got any education -- can ya read an' write? | |
| *looks amused* �Course I can read an� write. *looks around* Kinda s�prisin� in a joint like dis? *always thought it was a more upscale place to work than that, actually* *shrugs* Grew up in Canarsie wit� m� fam�ly. Moved ta some boardin� house in GravesEnd � wit� Dally, Mug, an� Easy � when I gots too old ta be livin� at home. *shrugs again* | |
| Describe yourself, your personality. | |
| *laughs again* Unfortunately, I�m a nice guy. *looks morose* Goils don�t like nice guys, so I�m jus� outta luck. *shrugs and grins again* But dat�s awlright. *is very nice and friendly, with an abundance of enthusiasm and an out-going nature* *is quite talkative when he stumbles across a subject he knows anything at all about, but is somewhat reserved when it comes to discussing himself* | |
| Criminal record, prior arrests or convictions to speak of? | |
| Naw, I�ve been a good kid. *usually is, but does get the occasional urge to do something wildly illegal, such as robbing the very restaurant where his cousin works* | |
| Got any family around, or friends? | |
| *shrugs* Yeah, me parents live over in Canarsie, still. Pepper�s livin� at da boardin� house wit� me. She�s me cousin. Uh, as fer friends, Braddock�s a good guy. Don�t got �nough of a spine ta be workin� in a place like dis, but �e ain�t a pansy or nothin�. | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? | |
| *smirks lots* Ya wanna know skills, huh? Jus� ask Dally. She can�t keep �er hands off me. *says this knowing full well Dally�s dating Mars* *just wants to cause a bit of trouble* Anyway, uh, still lookin� fer messengers an� errand boys? | |
| Anything else? | |
| Naw. *pauses, looking serious for the first time since he sat down* Jus�, ya know, don�t touch me fam�ly. If I make ya mad, an� ya wanna break m� arm, or whatever, do it, don�t hurt �em. Awlright? | |
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