Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Anikari "Danger" Chaucer 'ey kid, watcha name? Anikari Chaucer 'ave you been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? Yeah, Danger. Where'd dat come from, anyway? My friends always said that I live too dangerously...sometimes I think they're right. When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are? Augest 8. I'm 16. Whatcha look like? I have long black hair, bright green eyes, I'm about 5'6" tall. . . I stand like an upper class girl because I was raised in an upper class world. My family is originally from Egypt but that was a long time ago. I have a slender build and a birthmark on my left lower leg. It is shaped like a cresent moon. My nurse maid always said that I was born under a "bad moon" which she described as a red Cresent moon just like my birthmark except the color...the birthmark is brown like a giant weird shaped freckle. And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality? My name pretty much says it all...I'm dangerous. I get into a lot of fights. I start ninty percent of them and win about seventy percent. I always look for trouble. When I was still with my family I would always walk home and intentionally go through the bad part of town. Nothing really exciting ever happened but it was the possible danger that excited me. I'm a really nice person as long as you let me do the stupid stunts that I want to do. So...where d'ya come from an' watcha doin heah? I came from the rich part of town. I'm old money as they say. Life there was way too boring so I created excitment and got myself kicked out. Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya? Nah. I used to. Prissy little brats too. Never did really have a true friend. What about a, uh, signifigant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge* Yeah right...haven't met a guy yet that's worthy of even the slightest bit of respect from me...with the exception of our Chef Nero. He taught me how to fight and cook. He was a great man. Waddya do 'round heah? Me? Nothin' yet. I might acctually start selling papers after I spend all the money I *ahem* inherited from my folks. If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em? Cash, a half empty whisky bottle... Anythin' else we oughta know? *looks a little suspicious for a moment then says* Nope. Back to the bunkroom