Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Freckles MacMillan 'ey kid, watcha name? *bounces off his bed and scrambles over to you like a blonde torpedo, hand extended* Richard Charles Alexander MacMillan, pleased to meet you. *grins broadly, revealing a loose tooth* You can call me Freckles, everybody does, 'cause I've got lotsa freckles, see? *has a Southern drawl that's not nearly as pronounced as his sister's and i much more mingled with the beginnings of a New York street accent, possibly because he hasn't actively worked to avoid picking one up* 'ave you been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? Freckles, duh. *looks up at you mischeviously, almost as if sizing you up, and almost looks downright bad for a second--but it's a very fleeting second* Where'd dat come from, anyway? I toldja, it's 'cause I've got Freckles all over. What, can't ya see 'em? *scampers over to the mirror and gives himself a look* Nope, they're still here...*turns back to you with a thoughtful look* maybe you oughta get your eyes checked. *says it innocently, but with just enough emphasis to make it seem really mean* When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are? I turned 10 August 17th--Cats wouldn't let me have a knife, can you believe it? *features morph into an adorable pout so effortlessly it's as though he'd planned it, but it appears quite geniune* *really wanted a knife, dammit* Whatcha look like? *blinks his big blue eyes at you* Can't you...see me? *has grown like a weed in the last year and is now well over 5' tall, but has lost none of his has childish charm* *the only difference is, he's learning how to use it to his advantage now* *he has flighty, baby-fine blonde hair* *his skin is paler than his sister's and covered in his namesake, especially during the summer months* *has a definitely cherubic appearance, and a definitely impish air about him* *he's also constantly in motion, bouncing or fidgeting or swaying or running or something, anything to work off all that energy* And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality? *shrugs* Everybody's got a personality, duh. *isn't much interested in talking about this and it shows* *says nothing else--a rare thing indeed--until you change the subject* So... where'd ya come from an' watcha doin heah? After mama and papa and everybody died me and Cats came here to live with our uncle, but then we had to leave there and we came here. *voice drops just noticeably* I still miss my mama sometimes. *would be happy to tell you more about his family, especially if it earns him sympathy points* *really has few memories of them--was very young when they died and not very close to his brothers* Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya? *seriously* Maura's my best friend. *and only his best friend, thank you* *gets pretty defensive about that* What about a, uh, signifigant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge* *frowns at you big time, obviously not going to discuss this* *is very very tired of being teased about Maura* Waddya do 'round heah? I sell papes, doesn't everybody? If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em? *empties his pockets* Marbles. *holds up the bag* Oh, and BB. *grins broadly and holds up a small green frog* Maura caught him for me for Valentine's Day! *lost his first frog, Buster, to old age, and was thrilled when Maura gave him BB, aka Baby Buster* Anythin' else we oughta know? *charmingly sweet* Wanna play marbles? Back to the bunkroom