Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Headliner Johnson 'ey kid, watcha name? Jack Johnson. *Grins* Ain't it pretty? 'ave you been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? Yeah. Headliner. Where'd dat come from, anyway? I got me face in da papes when I was little. I had a little run in wit some police officers...I didn't actually make da headline, but da name still stuck. When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are? Don't know my birthday, ta tell da truth. I'm about 13 though. Whatcha look like? I ain't real tall; only about 5'3". I got thick, dark brown hair. I hoid some lady buyin' me pape once tell her friend I had a strong jawline, an' was rugged lookin', whatever dat means. I ain't hansome or nothin, though. And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality? *Grins.* oh, I's got tons of personality. I love practical jokes. An' talkin' ta people. Just havin' fun...although it gets me in a fix sometimes... So... where'd ya come from an' watcha doin heah? I got dropped off on da door step of dis lady named Margret Walker when I was a baby. She took care a me for a while, but she couldn't any more so she passed me on ta her sistah. *Laughs* she couldn't handle me neither. So I got passed on several times afta dat, an finally dey just let me go. So I lived on da streets for a while, and became a newsie soon afta dat. Nuttin' tear-jerkin' or anything. I likes ta wander around a lot, an' one day I happened ta find meself here, so I decided ta stay. Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya? I got friends all ovah New York. Cause I've roamed around everywhere, ya know. What about a, uh, signifigant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge* *Grins* Well, me'n Poison Ivy have kinda hit it off... Waddya do 'round heah? Sell papes. Get meself inta trouble. Da usual. If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em? *Sticks his hands in his pockets to see.* Playin' cards, a bit a string, a piece a chalk... Anythin' else we oughta know? *Shrugs* Not dat I know of. Back to the bunkroom