| Authority |
| Hey, you need a room? Yeah. So, what's your name, kid? Authority, an' I ain't a kid, Kid. That a nickname? No, I ain't got a nickname, the name's Authority. A few friends a mine are allowed ta call me Rit, but that ain't you? Yeesh! So, how come they call you Authority? Well, I was woikin' at this fact'ry a few yeahs back, and the boss guy, real joik, was always tryin' ta tell me what ta do, an' how ta do it, sayin' I had ta respec' his authority an' all. Well, about thoity seconds before I quit, I gave 'im a lecture on how I am the absolute authority, nah 'im, an' people's been callin' me it evah since. Awright, so, how old are ya? I'm about 18, born April 5th all dem yeahs ago. 18? An' you're in a lodgin' house? Ok, not my place... Well, what's your story? Just yer average Brooklyn goil. I hung wit' me brothah 'til I was about 14, an' then he... wnt away... yeah, an' he was a newsie too fer a bit, so I gots some experience, yeah. Since then, I been doin', random things... ya know... So what you got for a personality? Don' let no one tell ya diff'rent 'bout me, I ain't mean, an' I don' hate everybody. Unless a coise, they try ta act like they's bettah than me, ya know? Or if they try an' tell me what ta do, cuz I weren't jokin' when I said I was the absolute authority. No one tells me what ta do, it annoys me, alright? Shoah, I might have a temper, but who doesn't? You'll get used to it. I'm really nice though, really I am. Alright, then, how's about you tell me what you look like? Very funny, but fine. I ain' one fer bein' a beauty queen or nothin', but I gots what I want, ya know. I'm tall, 'round 5'8 or so. I'se got dark blonde hair a bit past me shouldahs, and it's kinda stringy like, ya know. Well, me hat covers it up anyway. I'm a little bit underweight for me size, but you couldn't tell, I'm big so it all evens out. I usually wears guys clothes, skirts annoy the life outta me, an' all I really gots anyway is me brothah's old stuff. I got brown eyes, an' dark skin, an' people say I'm pretty when I smile. Yeah, that's real cute an' all, but don't count on it happenin'. I'd rather be tough than cute any day. You got a sweetheart? No, I ain't got a sweetheart, none of 'em's my type. Yeah, none. Geez, OK. You got any family or friends 'sides your brother? Well, my brother's gone, an' he never really mentioned anyone else. I gots friends, spread out over the city. They're not really friends, friends, but they'd help me out, an' I'd help 'em out if they was in trouble. Aright, tough stuff, dat's all I needed. |
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