Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Jade Mckinney 'ey kid, watcha name? :: A thin, lanky girl wearing a typical Newsie cap over her messy brown hair looks up at you with a sly grin:: What's it to ya anyway? ::she laughs:: Jaden Mckinney if ya gotta know. 'ave you been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? eh, ain't been out 'ere to long, see, but some people call me Jade. . . . just a short version of my name, really. But I s'pose I'll be makin' a name for myself 'for long. ::she flashes you a silly smile:: Where'd dat come from, anyway? My bruddah. . . well I guess 'e really ain't my bruddah, just a kid that took me in, ya know? ::she gets a far off gaze in her eye:: He was of some type 'a Asian background 'er sumthin'. Anyways, 'e had 'dis tiny Dragon figurine, right, that his Muddah gave 'im when 'e was a kid. It's made outa Jade, and he said dat when 'e found me, I was just a littl'n, and I was crying my eyes out, so he showed it ta me ta calm me down, and I stoped, so he started callin' me Jaden. ::smiles slightly to herself and then comes back to earth:: They knew my last name was Mckinney cuz they found a letter wit' me er sumthin'. . . . I got it somewhere 'round 'ere. . . When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are? Well we neva really knew, see? Wit me bein' a street kid an' all, Ash just said I could share 'is wit 'im. So May 4th, an' I'm 'round 17 I think. Whatcha look like? ::giggles and puts her black booted feet up on the table:: What? Yuh been in here dis long and ain't took one look at me? ::her almond shaped black eyes glisten as she grins up at you, making her look almost exotic. Her shaggy dark hair covers her small ears from under her cap, which is tilted in a manor that would only suit a girl such as this. You take a good look at her and note that she is rather small, 5'5 maybe and stylishly dirty, reminding you slightly of a stray cat. Her skin is pale, and her features delicate, although her appearance is rather boyish. And as she waits for your next inquiry, you notice her dress is old and patched, yet nothing else would fit quite as well.:: And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality? Aye. . . . knew that one was comin'. . . . ::gives you a look of dissapproval at the lack of need for this particular question, amoung others:: I'm real quiet, I guess, but I kin' be a real talka' too. . . depends on the mood, really. ::she's the type of girl who tries not to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but she does it by accident, because you can see it, even now:: Just a normal girl, I s'pose. . . but I ain't no lady, we best get that straight! So... where'd ya come from an' watcha doin heah? ::she smiles again, trying to mask that she's not to pleased:: Me an' Ash just roughed it for a long time, he kept me outa trouble and stuff. He told me he found me in Brooklyn when I was 'bout 3 'er so. . . . out on the street corna' wit a letta in my hand. I don't rememba' that far back, see, but I DO remember goin' around an' doin' odd jobs an' stuff wit 'im, an' wheneva I got sad he'd lemme hold the dragon an' he'd tell me storries 'bout 'is muddah. We just lived like that till 'bout last yea' when he got a real job in Ha'lem. . . . he said 'e had some friends in Queens an' I should come stay here, and well, that's how I got 'ere. They sent me out and someone told me 'bout the Newsies. End a' story. 'Dey say dat I got a sister out 'dere somewhere too, but I ain't neva met 'er. Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya? *grins* ::she shakes her head, almost sadly:: Nah, just my Bruddah an' me. No one else really gave a damn, ya know? What about a, uh, signifigant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge* ::shrugs and glances towards the ground:: Naw, no body eva' took the time to notice me, I guess. Waddya do 'round heah? I's just sellin' papes. Not much else to do. . . try an make de otha's laugh sometimes. ::flashes you her all-star smile again:: If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em? ::she gives you a bewildered look:: My. . . pockets? ::she jams her hand into the left one comes up with a small folding knife, winking at you as she sets it on the table:: eh. . . wait, there's the other'n too. . . ::she reaches in that one and pulls out a small dragon pendant:: from Ash. . . ::she then pulls out a few coins, some loose papers and a pencil and giggles, poiting the utensil at you:: fer my sketchin', see? ::she unfolds one of the papers:: Anythin' else we oughta know? ::ponders for a moment:: I miss Ash. . . . I don't got no one no more. Back to the bunkroom