Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Heist Sontiego 'ey kid, what's yer name? Elise Sontiego Been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? *puts her hands on her hips* You can call me Heist. Where'd dat come from, anyway? *shrugs her shoulders* Eh, I just like to borrow from folks that have too much stuff anyway. When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are? April 2. I was 16 last time I bothered to count my past years. Whatcha look like? *rubs her hand on the back of her head* I have light blue eyes, and long, blonde hair. I'm tanned and fit. I don't like make-up much though. I wear a bandana most of the time. It's a lot simpler than fixing hair each day, y'know what I mean? And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality? *points at herself* I got personality out the wazoo. I like challenges, and I hate being bored. I like to mess with people who are too uptight. Some folks just need to loosen up, y'know? So... where'd ya come from an' watcha doin heah? Well, I came from my mom 'n dad. If I need to explain more to you, than you need to get out more. As for why I joined, I thought working in a place that sells papers would be fun. I'm always wondering what's being shown at the different museums and galleries. *grins widely, before realizing she's doing it, then quickly stops and intertwines her fingers* Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya? Not here, nope. Most people are too stiff for me. I like the oddballs. What about a, uh, signifigant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge* *blinks a few times* You mean like a boyfriend? Why would I want to be tied down right now? I'm 16. I don't want to end my life that early. Waddya do 'round heah? *twiddles her thumbs and looks around* You know...the usual stuff...walk, breathe, eat, sleep. If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em? *fumbles through her pockets and pulls out some things* Let's see, umm...I've got some string, some change, a pick, a diamond...*quickly pockets the diamond again* .......it was my mom's. Anythin' else we oughta know? I'm a night owl. I don't do mornings. Me and the sun...we have an understanding. We don't say hello, and just say goodbye. We're both happier that way. Back to the bunkroom