Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Maura Miller 'ey kid, watcha name? *smiles sweetly* Maura Miller. *hops over to the couch and then sits down, watching you* Been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? *shakes her head* Nope. I'm just Maura! *smiles more* *is -always- smiling* Where'd dat come from, anyway? *blinks* Where did what come from? I don't -have- a nickname, silly! *giggles* When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are? Nine. *a smile plays at the corner of her mouth* *just looks at you for a moment, then sighs* *yeah, you're not buying it* Well... Freckles thought I was nine, anyways. *shrugs* I'm seven and my birthday was on December 21. Whatcha look like? *gets up and stands on her tiptoes and places a hand on the top of her head, carefully sliding it up and away, slightly higher than she is actually standing* I'm about this tall... maybe four feet? *is 3'7"* *grew an inch! yay!* And I've got dark hair and dark eyes... *twirls a piece of dark brown hair around her finger* *her hair reaches down to her mid-back* Oh, and bangs, too... *shoves some longer pieces out of her eyes* *the pieces are growing way too long to be considered bangs, but oh well* See, brown eyes, right? *pauses* And I have this, too. *gently brings her fingers to a long scar on her cheek* *softly* Papa did it... Mack said it would scar... *is wearing a pale yellow dress that used to be her sister's* And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality? Puddlejumper and Shakespeare think I'm -pretty-! *erupts into a fit of giggles* *thinks that's hilarious* But they say I'm nice and sweet, too. *shrugs* *is a typical six year old: precocious, energetic, always smiling, always getting into trouble... * *for whatever reason, people don't stay mad at her for very long, even when she gets annoying* *doesn't mean to be annoying* *is somewhat of a drama queen, but knows when it's time to focus on other people* *is a really good friend, and is incredibly active, so you can almost always assure that if you spend time with her, you won't be bored* *definitely knows how to get what she wants, right Gavin* *coloring and drawing is one of her favorite things to do, and she is actually quite good at it* *better than Cats, anyways... ha ha!* *loves being adventurous* So... where'd ya come from an' watcha doin heah? Me and Mack used to live in Corona, but then we came here because Papa hurt me. *he always used to hurt Mack, but when he turned on Maura, it was time to leave* *see? Mack really did care!* But I like it here a lot. Everyone is really nice and it's a lot better than where we lived before. *sits down on the couch again* *would be in so much trouble if she didn't live here* *she'd be so terribly alone* Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya? *starts counting on her fingers* There's Freckles and Puddlejumper. *her two best friends in the entire world, even though she has never actually told them that* *everyone she talks to, she pretty much considers a friend* And Cats and Ali and Knots and Dagger and Shakespeare and Elvira and Bicker and Gavin... *smirks some* *goes serious for a moment* And Mack. She's still my friend. *nods a little* *misses her sister so very much* *wishes she hadn't left, but is doing fine without her* *honest* Oh! And Angel, too! *her gray tabby!* *of course!* What about a, uh, significant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge* *looks at you, giggling a little* I'm only six and a half years old, are ya kiddin' me? *shakes her head and forces a straight face* No, actually I don't *shrugs* Waddya do 'round heah? *shrugs* Sell papers and get into trouble. *smirks* *not the second one so much anymore* *only got herself into trouble in the first place because she wanted Mack's attention* *just loves to have fun, that's all* If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em? *grins* Marbles! *pulls a handful of bright, colorful marbles out of her dress pocket* *holds them out to show you* Freckles gave them to me because I ate the fly noodle soup! Aren't they -beautiful-? *they are her most prized possessions, besides the colored pencils Mack gave her for Christmas* Anythin' else we oughta know? *thinks a moment, then smirks* I can make myself cry at will! *shrugs* It comes in pretty handy... Back to the bunkroom