Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Lancelot King 'ey kid, watcha name? Sandor Lia, or Ty King...Whichever life you accept as real. 'ave you been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? Lancelot Where'd dat come from, anyway? I used to want to be a knight. I wanted to be just like Sir Lancelot. When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are? April 5, I'm 12 now. Whatcha look like? I have long light brown hair that I wear in a braid, and blue eyes. I am five feet tall and stand like a trained soldier. I have dark skin from being out in the sun all the time. My smile isn't at all like a soldier though...It betrays how much I really care. And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality? I'm good at taking orders, usually. I've changed a lot since I was here last. But I suppose everyone else has too. Much to my brother's discontent I've become more of an artsy type then a soldier. I love to write, and draw, and sing. Though I'm probably not very good at any of them. So... where'd ya come from an' watcha doin heah? I was here once before. I've come back to be with my friends. Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya? Of course. I don't know how many are left here, Alicorne, Cats, Freckles, Stones, Picks, Gavin, Posion, Knots, Rhapsody... What about a, uh, signifigant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge* Nah. Haven't had time. Waddya do 'round heah? Hm, normal stuff. Sell papes! If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em? A bit of money, a letter I keep re-writing. Anythin' else we oughta know? Nah, not that I can think of. Back to the bunkroom