Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Firefly Marlowe 'ey kid, watcha name? *looks off to the side* *wears a serious expression as he answers bluntly* Wade Marlowe. 'ave you been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? *glances over* My only nickname is Firefly. *shrugs* I don't care if you use it. Where'd dat come from, anyway? Sylvia gave it to me. *looks off again* She just liked it. When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are? *bluntly again* December 31st. 16. Whatcha look like? Hmm...*looks down at himself a bit* Brown hair *which looks somewhat chaotic but nice at the same time* and eyes. Light skin. A little less than 5 and a half feet tall, I guess. *looks over as if to say he's finished* And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality? *quickly looks away again* *seems a bit irritated by this question* I just like to keep to myself. That's all. *has a temper he sometimes can't control* *hates that about himself and won't mention it* So... where'd ya come from an' watcha doin heah? Just looking for work, and a good place for Sylvia to stay. Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya? Sylvia's all I have. What about a, uh, signifigant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge* No. *glances over with his eyes just barely narrowed* *is tired of these kinds of questions* Waddya do 'round heah? *relaxes a bit* Just try to get by. If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em? Hmm? Oh...*looks at the pockets of his old but well taken care of suit as he rumages through them* Change. *shrugs some* *thought that was a weird question* Anythin' else we oughta know? I'll do my work. *looks over again* Just please be nice to my sister. Back to the bunkroom