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Second Floor

Lobby

Back Door

Chase Callaghan

  • 'ey kid, watcha name?
    *his voice comes out softer than you thought it would* I'm Brennan Callaghan.

  • 'ave you been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet?
    *he speaks with an Irish accent* If you call me Chase, I'll respond. So I guess that's what I usually go by.

  • Where'd dat come from, anyway?
    *blushes* It's been Hunter's name for me since I was 14 when I kissed this girl I liked without asking her and she chased me down the street with her friends. I've been afraid of confronting girls I like since then! *looks away totally embarassed*

  • When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are?
    July 23 is my day. I turned 18 this year.

  • Whatcha look like?
    *he looks down at the clothes he's wearing on his nicely built body - a long sleeved white shirt with slate blue pants and brown suspenders - then he fixes his dark gray cap and smirks* I have reddish-brown hair and dark brown piercing eyes.

  • And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality?
    *his cheeks redden as he thinks about it* hmmm well as you've probably figured out by now, I'm very shy and quiet. If you get to know me, Hunter says I'm really great to be around. *he smiles at the thought then nods ending the conversation but obviously keeping something from you*

  • So... where'd ya come from an' watcha doin heah?
    *takes a minute to figure out what he wants to tell you about himself* I'm from Ireland because Hunter asked me to come to America with him. And well, basically, we just got here when we found this girl Trinity and ended up here!

  • Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya?
    *he shrugs and nods* Trinity's pretty nice to me.

  • What about a, uh, signifigant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge*
    nahhh not me... girls dun like me cause I'm shy *he bites his lip*

  • Waddya do 'round heah?
    Just a regular newsie, I guess. I'm not a leader or anything...

  • If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em?
    *he pats the outsides of his pockets and his face lights up when he feels something* *he pulls out a few coins* I have ten cents right here.

  • Anythin' else we oughta know?
    *shakes head, deep in thought*


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