Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Puddleglum Laire 'ey kid, watcha name? *bows* James Laire Been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? Yeah, Puddleglum Where'd dat come from, anyway? I like puddles. . . *smiles raising an eyebrow* When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are? January 10, I'm 18 Whatcha look like? I'm about...*runs his hand through his blond hair, which reaches down past his ears* five feet, uhh, six inches? something like that. *He stands tall, proud. His face looks handsome, if not a bit mischeivious. He has bright blue eyes that look constantly flirtatious. He wears a tan cowboy hat, white shirt, brown leather vest, and empty gun holsters.* And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality? Well, I guess you'd say I'm the ladies' man. I believe that chivalry is not dead, just dying. I believe that they deserve the utmost respect. After all they are the ones that go through nine months of hell carring us in their wombs. They deserve something. So... where'd ya come from an' watcha doin heah? Missouri orignially. Kearney to be exact. Since then I've been traveling around. Mostly New York. Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya? Just my brother Puddlejumper. What about a, uh, signifigant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge* No not yet, but I did meet several beautiful young ladies here. *smiles* Waddya do 'round heah? Sell papers I guess. Isn't that what everyone does? If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em? An old wanted poster of the James-Younger gang, a few bucks. Anythin' else we oughta know? I don't take to stayin' round long. Actually just looking for a place to leave my brother where he'll be safe. Don't tell him that...*looks down* Back to the bunkroom