Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Ziggy Grace 'ey kid, watcha name? *jumps at the sound of your voice* Amy Grace. 'ave you been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? *nods a little* Ziggy. Where'd dat come from, anyway? Uh my Uncle Tony gave it to me. Something to call me when we're around shifty people who might be after us. When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are? I'm 17. My birthday is September 5th. Whatcha look like? *thinks it's a stupid question but doesn't dare say so* I have red hair and grey eyes. I'm very small so I can fit into small spaces. My Uncle Tony says that's a good thing. But don't let my small state fool you. I'm can be very strong when I want to be-or have to be. Oh yeah I've got freckles all over me. Cause I'm Irish...and French. But I don't know any French so don't ask. I usually wear a white T-shirt, black suspenders, grey pants that are cut just above the ankles, regular shoes and a hunter green cap. I wear silver glasses that I always seem to loose. So if you find them they're probably mine. And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality? I-I'm very nice. A little skittish as you can see. I'm always watching people...analyzing them. It's nothing bad though. It's just what I was taught to do. I don't smoke or swear or drink. I never ever complain about anyone. *mumbles* on a count that my Uncle would kill them. *looks up* Uh? Oh, I didn't say anything, honest. You can usually find me in a corner away from everyone. Crowds make me uneasy. Bad things seem to always happen when I'm in crowds...people die it's not fun. So... where'd ya come from an' watcha doin heah? *Squirms around some* I came from Miami, Florida. Why did I come here? No reason. I just needed to get out of Florida. There was some trouble and I had to leave. I ain' t really supposed to talk about it. Uncle Tony said so. Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya? No not really, Uncle Tony said friends are dangerous back stabbers. But now that I'm away from him I wouldn't mind making some. What about a, uh, signifigant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge* *shudders* No I don't. People have tried but Uncle Tony just scares them and then they don't like me anymore. Waddya do 'round heah? *gives you a worried look* What do you mean what do I do? I don't do anything. Well I do...just nothing bad. *is afraid that this is a trick question* *In short breaths* *tears form in her eyes* I go to school, I mean I used to go to School *close to tears* Can we skip this question? I don't think I can answer it without having a crying-fit. And crying is weak. If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em? *face gets more panicky* Why? I'm not hiding something; I swear. Here look, I've got some pennies and uh..I've got ..*starts to pull out a pistol then quickly puts it back in her pocket* ...and hey that's where my glasses went! Told you a always loss them. *smiles at you shyly as she puts her glasses on* Anythin' else we oughta know? *shakes her head* No I don't think so. Although I believe my Uncle Tony will be stopping by to check on me. Don't worry. I'll be fine. Really I will. Back to the bunkroom