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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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| *sits delicately and crosses her legs, looking around* *directs her gaze back at San* Okay. I�m Shannon. Shannon Lynn Ainsworth. But I don�t normally go by Shannon. *resumes her surveillance of the room, and catches sight of Rory, tending bar* *pats her hair down and gives him a little wave* | |
| So, is that just between you and me, or do you have somethin' else you'd rather we call ya? | |
| I�ve gone by Shannie my whole life. I�d like it if everyone could call me that, if it�s okay. *smiles and shrugs some* | |
| How old are ya? | |
| I�m 15. *spies Lucas over San�s shoulder and grins* *waves lots* | |
| 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? | |
| *blinks and stops waving* *looks at San with huge eyes* This isn�t really dangerous, is it? Because my momma would throw a fit if she thought I was workin� somewhere dangerous. Mr. Belligacio told her I�d be perfectly safe here, and that he�d keep an eye on me for her. I don�t need him to, of course, I can take care of myself, but he promised Momma, and if she finds out that he lied, there�ll be hell to pay. *fidgets slightly, showing her agitation at this thought* *is short � 5�1�- and petite, with long, tightly-coiled, blonde hair and blue eyes* | |
| Right. What's your background like? And got any education -- can ya read an' write? | |
| *waves a hand* Yes, I can read and write. I�ve lived here in Brooklyn my whole life, with Momma. Daddy died a few years ago, so we both had to go to work. I�ve been workin� over at the Snake Pit. Just washin� dishes, though, durin� the days, when nobody scary�s there. *looks down* Momma thinks I work at the library, puttin� books on the shelves and things like that. | |
| Describe yourself, your personality. | |
| Oh. *bites her tongue thoughtfully* I�m nice, I guess. *shrugs* I don�t know. I�m me. *is friendly and sweet, but is scared of her intimidating, overprotective mother, and is quick to keep her happy* | |
| Criminal record, prior arrests or convictions to speak of? | |
| *shakes her head quickly* Oh, no, not me. | |
| Got any family around, or friends? | |
| My momma. And Mr. Belligacio, I guess. He lives in my buildin�. He�s always been real nice to me. | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? | |
| *fidgets* Well, Mr. Belligacio told me you guys were hirin� waitresses. *blushes again* He said he�d put in a good word for me, �cause he didn�t think a girl like me should be workin� in a place like the Snake Pit. | |
| Anything else? | |
| *shakes her head* No. Oh, well, if I get this job, please don�t tell Momma that it might be dangerous? She won�t like it one bit. And don�t tell her where I was workin� before, please? | |
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