Frenchy

Frenchy ( Ben ) Lagault

Ya got a name?		**A Newsie looks up at you. Yeah. He sits, waiting.**

Ah, that was an easy one. How bout a REAL name?		He smiles, a gorgeous smile that lights up the room. My name is Ben. Lagault.

What about a nickname?		**He squints a little, then answers. A few people call me 'Frenchy'. He looks at the floor and laughs silently.**

How'd ya get it?		He looks back up. I was born in France.

How old are ya?		**His smile grows a little wider. Im16. He looks over at someone across the room.**

*Whaddaya look like? receives a 'look' from you* Just answer the question.**		**Looks back. Hmm. I'm about... oh... 5'10, brown hair, blue eyes... and.... I've been told I have really 'cute' dimples. Rolls eyes.**

I'm assuming you have a personality. What's it like?		*I'm a pretty nice guy... I treat people good, especially women... Grins.* I like to put myself out there, be spontaneous, and outgoing.**

Ya know your history?		Yeah. I was born in France... and me, my mother, father, and older brother Nathan immigrated over here when I was 18 months old. Nathan and my mother died three weeks after we got here, from diseases on the ship. It was just me and my father, alone in the world, till I turned 7. That's when he met this woman, Laura, who became, like a mother to me. When I was 12, me and Father and Laura were walking to a diner for lunch, when an escapee from the local prison used them as hostages, and then killed the two of them, slit their throats. I was put into a foster home, where I lived until I was 15, when I ran away. I was sick of being in a home where I wasn't really accepted. His foster parents had two children, one older than Ben and one younger, that both hated him. So I went to Brooklyn. There I stayed, until recently, when Tuffy moved here. So, I came too

M-hm. I see. Got any friends or relatives?		Nope, my family is all gone. Sighs. I really have a lot of friends... just a few from Brooklyn, and two here now, Tuffy and Screwy. I was good friends with Tuffy's brother, Lawrence, too, till he went away.

You got a special someone?		**Blushes a little. I wish. Threes someone I think I'm in love with, but I'm not saying anything else. He looks off to the side, at... Someone...**

Anything else you wanna let us know?		Looks back. Um... Looks over at someone again, and sighs. ...Nah.

Ya got a name?		**A Newsie looks up at you. Yeah. He sits, waiting.**

Ah, that was an easy one. How bout a REAL name?		He smiles, a gorgeous smile that lights up the room. My name is Ben. Lagault.

What about a nickname?		**He squints a little, then answers. A few people call me 'Frenchy'. He looks at the floor and laughs silently.**

How'd ya get it?		He looks back up. I was born in France.

How old are ya?		**His smile grows a little wider. Im16. He looks over at someone across the room.**

*Whaddaya look like? receives a 'look' from you* Just answer the question.**		**Looks back. Hmm. I'm about... oh... 5'10, brown hair, blue eyes... and.... I've been told I have really 'cute' dimples. Rolls eyes.**

I'm assuming you have a personality. What's it like?		*I'm a pretty nice guy... I treat people good, especially women... Grins.* I like to put myself out there, be spontaneous, and outgoing.**

Ya know your history?		Yeah. I was born in France... and me, my mother, father, and older brother Nathan immigrated over here when I was 18 months old. Nathan and my mother died three weeks after we got here, from diseases on the ship. It was just me and my father, alone in the world, till I turned 7. That's when he met this woman, Laura, who became, like a mother to me. When I was 12, me and Father and Laura were walking to a diner for lunch, when an escapee from the local prison used them as hostages, and then killed the two of them, slit their throats. I was put into a foster home, where I lived until I was 15, when I ran away. I was sick of being in a home where I wasn't really accepted. His foster parents had two children, one older than Ben and one younger, that both hated him. So I went to Brooklyn. There I stayed, until recently, when Tuffy moved here. So, I came too

M-hm. I see. Got any friends or relatives?		Nope, my family is all gone. Sighs. I really have a lot of friends... just a few from Brooklyn, and two here now, Tuffy and Screwy. I was good friends with Tuffy's brother, Lawrence, too, till he went away.

You got a special someone?		**Blushes a little. I wish. Threes someone I think I'm in love with, but I'm not saying anything else. He looks off to the side, at... Someone...**

Anything else you wanna let us know?		Looks back. Um... Looks over at someone again, and sighs. ...Nah.