Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Needle 'ey kid, watcha name? My real god given name is Joel but I haven't been called dat fah yeahs, it's Needle an dats what I go by Been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? Yeah it's da same, Needle Where'd dat come from, anyway? I gots a talent wit medical needles When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are? I'se fourteen an' its in december sometime. Whatcha look like? I gots long black hair that goes to the middle of the back of me neck with hollow dark brown eyes that seemingly look black. I'se extremely and abnormally pale. I'se sort, 'bout 5' and thin as a stick. I gots small skinny fingers good for stitchin up wounds wit. Gots a small thin scar across the right side of me neck, only one dats visible. I'se always in dark colors, helps me blend in at night, the only time i go out if not sellin papes. I'se think I'se of Irish decent, not too sure, didn't have time to find out after sum, uh, incidents. I'se never seen in a hat an' I carry a small black bag wit me dat's full of medical supplies. And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality? I like me alone time. I guess I'se extremely quiet an' pretty much keep ta meself. I rarely talk to anyone an' when I do it's never about anything good, usually something disturbs me an' I let someone know, creeps people out sometimes. I'se pretty mysterious and don't like to socialize much if I kin avoid it. I avoid questions if dere evah asked (which isnt much). So... where'd ya come from an' watcha doin heah? Well I uh lived on de streets most of my life. Don't like talkin' bout what happened befoah I got ta New York. I'm originally from Joisey, but I ain't gonna share my long story now, I'll save dat foh when I'se more sociable. I'se lookin' foh a new life an' dats all dat matters. Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya? I guess I'se friendly if I try. Me an' Cats share a few words every full moon. What about a, uh, signifigant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge* nah, an' I don't suppose it'll happen eiddah. Waddya do 'round heah? I sell me papes, pay the rent, avoid as many people as I kin an' disappear often, but I'se nevah broken a rule in New York an' I don't think I'll start anytime soon. If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em? A pocket knife foh my protection, gots ta look out fer meself, a few pennies an' a tuna sandwhich leftover from lunch (I;se never have much of an appetite). Anythin' else we oughta know? Nah, at least nuthin I'se willing ta share now. *toothy grin* Back to the bunkroom