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.

Really, Kloppman? Ugh, fine. *he rolls his eyes* Avery Andrew Anderson. My folks thought it was some kind of a joke or somethin’, I swear.

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

Snitch. ‘Cause when I was little and came here, I used to snitch on the older boys who would come in late. *he gives you a look* You know that, I snitched to you.

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.

I’m 15 and my birthday’s December 18th.

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.

Really, Kloppman? *he sighs and nods* I’m 5’10”, but I’ll probably grow even more. And let me tell ya, an inconvenience when trying to sell, for sure. I’m lean, and kinda muscular, I s’pose. Um… Brown hair an’ blue eyes. *he cringes before saying this next part* Teeth. Lots of ‘em. Big.

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

Nah. Might be thinkin’ about it in a couplea years, but none right now. I actually like lessons an’ all, and I can’t go if I have another job.

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.

Well, I don’t snitch no more, so no one’s gotta worry about that. Other than that? I s’pose I’m nice enough. I mean, if someone gives me a hard time, I’ll give ‘em one right back, don’t get me wrong or nothin’. But I mean, I’m not a loud mouth or anythin’.

I’m sarcastic though, don’t like explainin’ myself twice. And if I have to, well, let’s just say my reaction won’t be the best, ya know?

Got any hobbies? Whaddaya do wit yer spare time?

*he snorts and laughs for a second* Oh, you’re serious. Uh… I go to lessons. Sometimes I read. *he shrugs* Play cards. I don’t got a lotta spare time, and you damn— sorry, darn, well know that.

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

Smokin’s a habit I can hardly afford, but I do it when I can. Drinkin’, yeah, wit’ the boys, but not on my own or nothin’. I ain’t no drunkard. And gamblin’ not so much. It’s hard to be a gambler when you place Race, ya know?

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

I know the boys in the house. A couplea people over at a few diners and shi— stuff. No one much. I’m not involved in the gangs or whatever you’re worried about. No time.

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

Ha. *he laughs derisively* Me? With a sweetheart? Nah, not gonna happen. Girls don’t like me none, Kloppman.

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?

I came from a far away land called ‘Virginia’ where my folks decided they could better off in New York. They were wrong, obviously.

Got to Manhattan when I was five or six, lived in a tenement for years— though I didn’t see much of it. My parents put me to work the minute we landed, almost got my arm cut off from a damn machine. *he pauses* Darn machine, sorry, Kloppman.

Now, when I was seven, my dad ran off with some streetwalker, never to be seen again or nothin’. My mam was devastated, though I don’t know why— considerin’ he wasn’t the best influence, if you know what I mean.

So she wilted away, stopped goin’ to work an’ all. Thankfully, she couldn’t have any more kids after me, so I didn’t have to look after no one else. Because she died scant months after my dad left.

Then I came to the house, an’ have been here ever since. Why do I have to fill this out anyways? You know all this.

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