Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Dagger Neismith 'ey kid, watcha name? *is not happy that you disturbed him* *would prefer to be left alone* Luke Neismith *glares* Don't ever call me that. And if you do, my last name's pronouced -NAY- smith. Get it right. But I'd advise you don't call me anything but Dagger. *looks at you, daring you to call him Luke* 'ave you been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? Dagger, as I said. *mutters something about people opening their ears if they're going to open their mouth* Where'd dat come from, anyway? *smirks* *pulls a dagger out of his boot and turns it around, looking at it* *looks at you* I keep a dagger on me at all times. Safety reasons. *puts it back* You know, around here, you have to have something. People are crazy. When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are? August 10th. I'm 18. *looks at you a moment* Why is that important unless you were going to give me something? Do you just around telling people are old other people are? Are you that desperate for conversation? Whatcha look like? *shrugs* Look for yourself. *crosses his arms over his chest* *has green eyes and black hair, which is cut short* *is 6'1* *has a few scars from fights he has been in and fron his childhood* *is rather strong, knowing that he has to be if he wants to survive in Queen* And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality? I can't judge my own personality. But I'd say I'm a pretty nice guy. Good all around. *smirks* Some wouldn't think so. *likes to be left alone and can become very sarcastic if he isn't* *can be rude at some points* *really believes in the every man for himself theory* *has a soft spot for kids though, much to his dismay* So... where'd ya come from an' watcha doin heah? My past is my past. I didn't ask about yours, don't ask about mine. *looks away* I came from Chicago though, if you really wanna know. *got kicked out of his house by his father, without much argument from his mother* *went to Philadelphia, but found that he did not like it there* *got in some trouble for back talking* *hopped a train to New York and has been in Queens ever since* Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya? Knots and trusts her very much* *would do anything to make sure she was safe* *tries to be nice to Dylan, for her, but it does not work a lot* What about a, uh, signifigant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge* No. *leaves at that* *ended things with Crimson because he didn't feel close to her* *is not good at long tern relationships* *never saw her, so told her he did not want to be with her anymore* *does not like being attached* *crosses his arms and waits for thenext question, having a feeling you are not done* Waddya do 'round heah? What do I do? I sell my papers, just like everyone else. Earn my keep. What do you think I do? If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em? Things that are my personal business and not yours. Why? What's in your pockets? *looks at you* *just has a few change* Anythin' else we oughta know? Not really. Any more damn questions you feel the need to pester me with? *doesn't wait for you to answer* No? Good. *gets up and walks out, shaking his head* . Back to the bunkroom