Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Jal'ri Saga 'ey kid, watcha name? *she talks slowly and thoughtfully* Magan ((ma-jen)) Rhiamon ((rI-amone)) Saga ((sa-jah)) Been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? >br> I have a nick name. Not given to me by newsies but I suppose it is what you are requesting. It is Jal'ri. Where'd dat come from, anyway? It means deserted in my native tongue, you figure it out. When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are? My birthday is the thirteenth day of January. I am 16. Whatcha look like? My hair is so dark red it is almost black. It reaches down to my waist. My eyes are a very light gray and usually look very dull. My skin is not dark but it is definitely not angel white, as my brother called it. I am approximately five feet and six inches tall and weigh around one hundred and twenty pounds. My homeland is very small I doubt you have heard of it. It is called Timor. Our language is much different from English if I say something that is not right do correct me. As for distinguishing characteristics, I have a blood red mark by my left eye. It is the mark of my people. Here is what it looks like D. And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality? Not really. I hardly ever smile. I do not like people very much. It is hard for me to trust. I love darkness, so I wear dark clothes and stick to shadows. I am more of a nocturnal creature. I tend to sleep during the day and stay out all night. There are less people and it is much quieter. I also love to study words find out their meanings and origins. I guess it would be what you call my pass-time. So... where'd ya come from an' watcha doin heah? Like I said earlier, I come from Timor. I was deserted, believe me if I could have found a way to stay somewhere alone I would have. Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya? Not anymore. They have either died or abandoned me. I will not be deserted again. *she begins to look angry thinking about the past* What about a, uh, signifigant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge* I have neither the time, nor the heart for a significant other. I am heartless. I care for no one but myself. Waddya do 'round heah? I guess I will find myself a night job in a factory. I hate the daylight. If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em? The throwing knives I received as a gift from my brother, a list of names, and a pocket multi-language dictionary. Anythin' else we oughta know? I suggest you do not make me angry. I have a very short temper and a perfect aim. Back to the bunkroom