Well, my names Alianne. *rolls her eyes* I have no idea why da hell my mom called me dat, I guess she thought it was pretty or sumtin. Some a' me friends call me Ali, but most of them call me Fury. I'se bout 16, you gotta problem wid dat??? *Holds up her fists threateningly*
2. Tell us a little more about yourself. What's your personality like? Any bad habits? Any passions or ambitions? Any hobbies? What are your likes and dislikes?
Gee. Why do you wanna mess around wid me life??? But, I guess since I'm gonna be stayin heah, you shud know... I'm a poity nice goil, once you getta know me. Ask Race, and he can tell ya dat. But.. I tend ta get off on da woing start wid people.. ya know? I'm poity harsh ta deal wid...and a little too invoilved wid violence. But it's my poisonality? Ya know? Habits.. hmm..*runs hands through hair* I like fire a lot. Ya know.. just seeing it boin. It became an obsession aftah..well, ion wanna talk bout it. I just like ta light things on fiah...it relieves stress. Well.. *looks nervously around*..I have a passion for writing. It doesn't seem like it foim my attitude...but I love reading or writing anyting I can find. DONT TELL ANYONE BOUT DIS, HEAH ME??? OR ILL SOAK YA SO BAD YA CANT SEE! ..well...hobbies? I gotta admit...I have a sorta gambling ting goin fo me. It started wen Race foist took me to da tracks, and now, I just love it. Not as much as Race a coise. Geez dis is poity long for an interview. But I loik eating. I mean, it's just a fun thing to do, and since I 'on't get fat or anytin.. not dat Id care! ..theahs no point in stahving meself. I poity much hate.. dumb goils, ya know da kind dat dont seem to hav a boin? They dont do nuttin but floit.. ya know?
3. Now it's not like we're blind or anything, but how would you describe your outward appearance?
I guess I'm poity. I have reddish brown hair dat falls to me waist, surpoisingly it dont get set on fire wen I boin things, almost like its fireproof. I have a tan face, wid an uptoined noise, and plain lips. I guess I'm soita shapely, but I leave guys ta decide dat, since I don't wanna toin into a fluff brain. I'm about 5'... wich is poity short, but dat don't mean you can mess wid me! I can beat da crap outta anyone!
4. Not to pry into your business, but could you possibly tell us a little about your past?
No! *a fiery look comes into her eyes* Well...I guess if you promise to keep it a secret! Do ya heah me? *Runs a hand through her hair, and moves her hands against each other, as if lighting a match* It all stoited when I was 8. Me family, Race, Katrina, me, me mum, an' me dad, all got along poity well. We had our fights, but dey were little tings, nothing anyone wud woiy about. But den, our neighbour, aftah an accident, went psycho. He was a chef, and was very careful with his collection of knives, and one day he came by our house. Me mum and dad were in the living room wid me and me sibs. And wen they saw him through the window carryin' a knife, they sent Race to get help. He took Katrina wid him, on impulse. And I was left deah wid dem. I saw 'im come through the dooh, and look foim me mum, to me dad, to me. He started aftah me mum, and slit her throat, delicately wiping his knife on his apron. Movin on to me dad, he started to hack him up, to little pieces, while I ran at him, jumping on his back, and screaming. I ran, an' now I'm afoid to admit dat, but i sprinted away foim him. He had longer legs though, and was used to catching chickens to cut dem up. I could heah him slice my back, and then let his knife skim across my arm and chest, to my throat. Dis was about wen Race came bak wid help, and a few a our buddies came and tied him to a chaih. We ran out, and I tried to gather anything I could, staggering, from pain. The only thing I managed to grab was dis matchbox. *she pauses, tears in her eyes, to pull out a faded red and white matchbox* We boined da house, but I know he's still alive. He's lookin fo me. *she finishes this last part in between sobs, and holds up her hand to stop Dewey from comforting her* Just give me a minute *chokea out hoarsely* DONT TELL ANYONE BOUT DIS! HEAH?
5. Do you have any living family members? If so, do they reside in New York?
Ya.. me only one left dat I know of though, is heah in New Yoik wid me. Race! I love dat boy, he's me best foind in the woild. Katrina...dint make it out on the streets.
6. How about relationships? *Grins* Got a sweetheart or anything? Tell us a little bit about your significant other, or the one you admire from afar. *Wink*
I don't got no relationship but wid me bro. But Runner seems like a good guy, I mean, I like an ego. I have one meself. I know I'm good lookin, and I know dat I'm strong and angry a lot. I'm proud a it. Besides... he does look poity good too.
7. Why did you decide to join our Second Heaven Community?
Race and I needed some place to stay, aftah we realized dat Katrina would still be alive if we had come to a lodgin house. Dis was da nearest one we found. DONT TELL ANYONE BOUT ANY OF DIS! ITLL MAKE RACE AND I HAFTA GO BACK TO MOURNING, AND WE'VE BEEN ON THE STREETS FOR ABOUT 2 YEARS! WE AINT STUPID! AND WE WANNA LIVE LIKE NOIMAL PEOPLE! AND BE HAPPY! Well...thanks for takin mes in.