Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Mist Philips 'ey kid, watcha name? *looks up from her book, surprised at being adressed* I'm Casey, Casey Philips. 'ave you been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? *smiles slightly* Most people,in New York, that is, call me Mist. Where'd dat come from, anyway? A...a friend of mine gave it to me. She said I reminded her of mist. *shrugs* When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are? My birthday is January 12, 1886, so I'm seventeen. *is small for her age, and also looks younger because she's unsure of herself* Whatcha look like? *furrows her brow, wondering at the question, then shrugs* *She has blonde hair so pale that it's almost white and grey-blue eyes. She'd short, about 5'3", and very thin and fragile-looking. Her skin, naturally quite pale has gained a few freckles, but refuses to tan.* And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality? I...I'm shy... *looks at the floor* I don't talk a lot, especially to people I don't know. *Mist is very shy when she first gets to know people, but once she is comfortable with someone she opens up a lot. After a year and a half in the Greenwich Village lodging house, she was getting better at dealing with people, but now that she's around strangers again she's become a silent observer again. While she's cautious in who she trusts, she has absolute faith in and loyalty to anyone she does trust.* So... where'd ya come from an' watcha doin heah? I'm just...I needed a place to stay after the lodging house in Greenwich Village closed. *pause* Or do you mean New York? I came here with Mama about two years ago. Mama...she disappeared, and I didn't have anywhere to go, so I went to the lodging house. *frowns* *She's worried that her mother won't be able to find her now that she's moved; even now, after all this time, she still expects her mother to come back for her.* Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya? *shakes her head sadly* I'm not very good at making friends. What about a, uh, signifigant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge* *blushes deeply and shakes her head* *has absolutely no experience with boys, much to her embarrassment* Waddya do 'round heah? Do? *shrugs* I sell papers. If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em? *is wearing a skirt* I don't have pockets. *She has a small bag with her, but she hides it behind her back, not wanting to share her private possessions. If she did show you the contents, you would see a small notebook and a pen, along with a small amount of money.* Anythin' else we oughta know? *shakes her head and goes back to her book* Back to the bunkroom