So what's yer name, kid? Real name, I mean--first an' last. I gotta keep accurate records or the city gets on me back, but I ain't gonna share 'em wit no one.

*raises an eyebrow at him* Really? *sighs* Fine, Trevor Bennett. Don't tell anyone either of those things.

Ya gots a nickname? How'd ya get it?

Kid Blink. *points to his face* On account of the eyepatch and all. Real creative, I know, but I didn’t come up with it.

Know how old ya are? When's yer birthday? The boys all likes to chip in an' make ya feel special. By which I mean, they likes any excuse for a party.

Yeah, I know how old I am. Almost seventeen, and I will be in March. I don’t need any party or nothing, don’t worry about that. *shrugs* I’d rather keep it quiet. Haven’t celebrated it in years.

Now describe yer appearance for me. Try an' be detailed. My mem'ry ain't what it useta be, an' if I hears about a vicious killer on the loose, I wanna be able to check my records an' make the connection.

Eh, nothing too great. I’m not that tall, just kind of the same size as most guys here, unless you’re counting the short ones. My hair’s kind of dark blonde or whatever you’d call that. This eyepatch kind of makes me stand out in a crowd, I guess, but my right eye, that you can see, is blue. That good enough? *adjusts his hat, keeping the brim pulled down low*

Got any odder job 'sides sellin' papes? Legal or illegal, I ain't gonna squeal on ya.

Nah, just this. *shakes his head, shifting in his seat a little* Definitely not anything illegal.

All right, time for the big one. What kinda person are ya, kid? How d'you treat odders? How d'you treat yerself? We gets all kinds here, so be honest--I just wanna know what to expect.

I guess I’d say I’m an okay guy, I guess? Not always been that way, but I try to keep on the good side of stuff. I’m nice to people, especially the kids. Someone’s gotta be, right? Kids and girls, I’m extra nice to them. When someone’s my friend, that means they’re my family, and I take care of my family. *leans back in his chair* I try to be a decent guy. I’ve got my faults, but so does everyone else. I’m not that bad. Sometimes I can be quiet but it’s just ‘cause I’ve got stuff on my mind. I’m a good friend to have, though. That much I can say for sure.

Got any hobbies? Whaddaya do wit yer spare time?

I don’t do too much, just stay out of trouble mostly. If there’s a poker game, I’m in, but other than that I keep my head down.

How 'bout vices or bad habits? Smokin', drinkin', gamblin'? I want 'cha to promise to keep 'em outside the house.

Is it bad if I say all of the above? *chuckles lightly* Nah, I just do all those things. Smoke more than the other two, but if I’ve got the chance I go for it. I don’t think they’re bad habits, but I’ve been told they are.

Got any fam'ly or friends 'round here? Or enemies, for that matter? Tell me who ya knows in the area.

*pauses, looking down at his hands as he considers his answer* No family, none of the blood kind anyway. Friends, yeah. Lived here long enough to have those. Jack, Race, Mush, all of ‘em. Pretty much anybody else who lives here is my friend, I don’t have problems with any of ‘em. I’ve got no enemies in these parts, at least not that I know of. If someone tells you they’ve got a bone to pick with me, send ‘em my way.

An' maybe a special someone? I got a special set o' rules when it comes to that sorta t'ing.

*laughs* No. Haven’t had too much luck with girls in the past.

Fin'ly, every boy's favorite question... *chuckles darkly* What can ya tell me 'bout yer past? Where'd ya grow up, what brought ya here, an' what happened in between?

There’s not really a whole lot to tell. I had a mother and father just like most people do at the beginning. Left them when I was twelve and went out on my own. Spent a few years going from place to place, doing whatever, and then ended up here after I got hurt by some jerk. Real exciting, right? *rolls his eyes*

*despite what he says, there was a lot more in between* *spent the time between leaving his parents’ house and coming to the lodging house with a well known gang on Staten Island* *the only reason he came to Manhattan was because of a brawl that ended badly, which was also when he got his left eye mangled* *when he left Staten Island, he went straight for Manhattan and tried to find the most out of view place to stay, which is how he ended up at the lodging house*

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