Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Bandit Buckley 'ey kid, watcha name? *looks up at you and smiles politely* *speaks in a thick British accent* Uh, it's Alexander Buckley. 'ave you been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? cocks his head to the side slightly* Well, they call me Bandit.. I suppose that's my nickname. Where'd dat come from, anyway? Oh, back in London I used to be a pickpocket and I also used to steal and stuff. Guess it got me in trouble *smiles a bit innocently* When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are? *smiles politely and looks a bit thoughtful for a second* Well.. I should be 17 right about now. I was born on July 2nd. *nods and smiles to you* Whatcha look like? *He looks at you a bit funny* Well, I think you can probably see for yourself and make your own judgments. *He smiles a charming smile with perfectly white and strait teeth, unusual for a street rat* *He stands up proud and tall. He had dark brown or black hair, it depends a bit on the light and light gray eyes. His hair is neat and short and his eyes are ever watching and observant. His stands tall and strait, especially for a street rat. He's well built, but a bit thin for lack of food and money. He wears a light blue button down shirt and light gray pants that match his eyes. He's very charming looking.* Do you need more time or was that enough? *He asked kindly and politely. When you say that's enough, he sits back down on a bunk* And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality? Well, most people say I'm very polite, perhaps a bit too polite for New York. *He smiles another charming smile* I was told and taught to be nice and kind and polite, no matter where you are. It gets you out of trouble, too. Well, I tend to not have much of a temper unless you're going after some of my friends. I'm very loyal to my friends, they're all I have left.. *He looks a bit sad for a moment, then smiles to you again* So... where'd ya come from an' watcha doin heah? Oh, I came from London as you can probably tell from my accent. *He smiles and mumbles* God save the queen. *Looking back up at you* Well, My uncle and I didn't really get along much for he thinks it's my fault my parents died. So, I ran out into the streets. Then, I stole onto a ship about a week ago and here I am. *He nods and smiles to you* Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya? Here? Well, I'm still new. I don't really know anyone yet. I hope they like me, though. *He smiles to you again* I'm not sure what most of them are like here, but I'm trying to adjust and fit in as best I can. What about a, uh, signifigant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge* *Bandit blushes a bit* Ah.. No *shakes his head* Not yet. I only just got here! I don't want to rush into anything. Waddya do 'round heah? Try my best to fit in and sell papers. All though I don't really get it yet.. *He looks down a bit embarrassed* I'm trying real hard, though. I can't get the accent if I try, though, so I'll just stick to my British one. If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em? Let's see, shall we? *He digs into his pockets and pulls out about 25 cents, a piece of string, and a marble* Just things I find on the streets. *He shrugs slightly* Anythin' else we oughta know? >I dunno. Should you know anything else? I like to dance and sing. Does that count? I'm sort of homesick, but I'm adjusting. *He smiles to you again* I just hope to fit in soon! Anything else I can do for you today? No? Very well. *He nods politely to you and takes his leave* Back to the bunkroom