Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Hunter Farrell 'ey kid, watcha name? *a boy lounges in an arm chair that sits in the lobby* Cian...Cian Farrell is my name. *he takes puffs his cigarette and stares at you* 'ave you been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? *he seems bored with these questions* What? You don't know who I am? They call me Hunter. *he grins at you* Where'd dat come from, anyway? *he shrugs* Actually, Trinity suggested it because I helped hunt for this lodging house when she was hurt. *he smiles remembering the incident* When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are? It's May 11... I'm 18 *he chuckles* Some people say I'm a little old to be selling. Whatcha look like? *he jumps down from the top bunk he's sitting on. And as he dances around in circles, you notice his full height as being around 5'11". He has short tousled black hair and when he smiles, his blue-green eyes sparkle. He is wearing an unbuttoned dark green shirt exposing his rock-hard muscles underneath. He also has gray trousers with black suspenders on.* Whatcha see is whatcha get.. *he pauses* ..on many different levels. *he winks at you* And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality? *he shakes his head* That's kind of a hard question. I guess people could say I'm a people person. I love just sitting around in big groups shooting the breeze. You could almost say that I need people/friends to survive and keep me sane. I'm very friendly but I'm not stupid and will be cautious. *he nods solemnly* You'll have to earn my trust. So... where'd ya come from an' watcha doin heah? Well, my parents are still in Ireland and they sent me to America to help out my family's money condition. We're in a lot of debt right now much like many of the family's over there. My father decided that I would have the most luck finding a job and making enough money for all of my family to move over eventually. I really miss them right now... *he looks down at the floor* Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya? Chase and Trin are the only people I trust around here at the moment but I think that'll be changing really soon with the personalities around here! *he beams and chuckles* Chase has been my best friend since we were 3 and that's why our families sent us to America together. As for Trin...well...Trin's just different... *he grins and his cheeks turn dark pink from the statement* What about a, uh, signifigant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge* *his eyes narrow at you* Trinity is my girl, got it? You touch her, you die! *he clenches his fists and his body tenses up immensely* Waddya do 'round heah? You see this rabble here? I'm their leader... *he snickers* I know, I know. I can't say I do very much... I'm basically their representative. *he smirks* If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em? *he smirks and pushes his hands into the pockets of his trousers* *pulling the hand out, he opens it to show you the contents* I have here two bits and a slingshot with three good shooters. In the other pocket, we have... a key. *he involuntarily glances over to a trunk in the corner of the room* Anythin' else we oughta know? hmmmm I don't think so... Back to the bunkroom