Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Adrien McGowan 'ey kid, what's yer name? ::a lean girl is curled up on her bunk, a battered tweed hat pulled down low over her eyes.. when your question comes, she pushes the bill of her hat up with her thumb to give you a once-over:: Adrien McGowan. Who's askin'? 'ave you been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? -- No, and I don't really care for one, either. You can call me Adrien. It suits me fine. Where'd dat come from, anyway? -- Where'd what come from, my name? You're full of questions, aren't you? It was my grandmother's name. That good enough for now? When's yer birthday? -- ::she stands up, stretching her hands over her head with a faint sigh:: I was born on October 12, fourteen years ago. Whatcha look like? -- Can't you just tell by looking at me..? ::she frowns, turning around once so you can get a clear view of her.. a tweed hat covers an absolute mess of auburn hair, slightly curling that reaches a little past her chin, strands falling down into a pale, heart-shaped face. Fierce blue eyes watch you quietly. She stands about 5'5, with a slim, boyish figure that she dons with a pair of plaid pants.. she's not overly pretty, with a slightly crooked nose and a jagged scar trailing down the left side of her face:: Is that good enough? And what about yer poysonality? -- And just what is with all of this stupid questioning, hm? I guess I'm a decent person. I'm not overly friendly or outgoing, but I'm decent. I like to keep to myself a lot.. it's not that I'm introverted, I just don't like a lot of people. So... let's 'ear a liddle 'bout yer past. Where'd youse come from? -- Who're you to be asking about my past? I personally think it's none of your damn business, kid. ::scowls, sitting back down on her bed.. there is obviously something very difficult to remember from her childhood or early adolescence, and she's not about to open up:: Got friends? -- Not really, no. I just came here a month or so ago, and I haven't really had the chance to get to know anyone. The closest thing I have to a friend would have to be a kid down the street apiece from here.. we aren't "friends", really, but he isn't bad to talk to. What about a "significant otha", hmm? *wink wink, nudge nudge* -- ::she shakes her a head, a light blush that compliments her hair nicely creeping over her porcelain skin:: Hell, no. And what about yer status as a newsie? -- What about my status? I sell papers, what more do you want? I'm nothing fancy like a leader or nothing. I just sell. Anythin' else? -- Well, yeah. But don't think that just because we're talking now, you're a friend. I don't feel like sharing anything else about myself this afternoon, thanks. ::without another word, she stands and makes her way out the door:: Back to the bunkroom