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| Pie Eater |
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| Whats yer name? Pie Eatah How old are ya'? 18, or close to it When's yer boithday? December 4th, I t'ink Whatcha look like? I'm real tall and I gots brown hair an' brown eyes. I wear a yellow shoit, brown pants, brown vest, an' da' only pair a' shoes dat fit. Whats yer personality? Ta' anyone dat doesn't know me, I'm quiet, but 'round me friends, dey can't shut me up. I tell a lot a' jokes, funny ones too, 'cordin ta' me, but some of da' odders wouldn't agree wit' me dere. Whats yer story? My father came from England, don't really know much about him. My mother lived somewhere around New York, don't know much about her either. I grew up on scraps from store owners and street vendors, don't know how I ended up on the street, don't really know much about my past at all. But I do know dat bein' a newsie ain't bad. Got any talents? *looks down at his hands* Nah, I ain't whatcha call a talented poison. Whose yer friend? Most o' da Manhattan gang, Dutchy, Skitts, Specs, Harlaquinne, an' Hex. Gotta sweetie? Yep, Hex's me goil. How'd you end up 'ere? *shrugs* Don't really matter do it? I'm here now. |