| Spades Fia' |
| Whats yer name? Well, ya want da real one...it's Christine ...but you'se gonna be cruisin' for a bruisin if ya ever call me dat. Da name's Spades Fia'. got it. How old are ya'? 15 When's yer boithday? It's in November, da 29th. Whatcha look like? What...you blind? I'se about 5'7, strong if i might say so meself, tough...but you'se gotta be if you live on da streets. I'se got dark brown hair that's really shiny and shines reddish in da sun. And me eyes...dey're Hazel...ya know bright green wit little brown centers. And according ta most of da guys around heah da curves i've seemed da get over da last year aren't such a bad thing. Go figure... Whats yer personality? well, I'se uhh...loud, stubborn, hard-headed, a bit full of myself, strong, don't let emotions effect me...dat's da only way to get hurt, and I don't like to think about things...I go with the moment, and I live each day like it's my last...out here on da streets ya nevea' know, some people say I'm funny and love to have a good time, I can also say I'm one hell of a leader....a natural, I hate dis but people compare me ta Conlon a lot....I don't see the similarities Whats yer story? Well, Me mudda was born high society in Joisey but met me fadda who was da all mighty powerful leader of Brooklyn at da time. When dey got married me fadda started a lodging house in Brooklyn. About 3 years after i was born mam died. When I was 11 Fadda sent me away to Joisey to me Grandparents cause he thought it was best for me. But a few year later he died and I came back to find the life I loved on da street and to find me best friend Race. Well, I'se back, makin my imprint on dis concrete path called life Got any talents? Well, I'se can sure hold down da drink, but I'se Irish so what'd ya expect? And I'se one hell of a pokah playeah, probably da best damn gambler on dis side of da Atalntic. Whose yer friend?Me best friend in da whole wide world is Racetrack Higgins. Gotta sweetie? What do ya mean? A boyfriend who makes me heart melt at the sight of him, who turns my stomach to squish, whose gaze makes me melt into a pile of mush. No...dat means you become weak and i'd neveah be weak. But for some reason guys seem ta still like me. And all da goils think I'se soulmates wit dis big stubborn goon from Brooklyn named Blue O'Riley. Dey'se crazy if ya ask me. How'd you end up 'ere? I'm usually running from someone or something...i'se got lots of homes...heah, Manhattan, da Bridge, Brooklyn if i gotta but Spot and I usually don't get along too well. |