| Ice |
| Hey, you need a room? Yeah. I'se James Nicolovich. I prefer Ice. That's what me sister, Dreamer calls me. She says I don't care about anythin'. Yeah. OK. How old are you? 19, born day before All Hallow's Eve. Scary. So, what's your story? I thought you a'ready talked to Dreams. Well, anyway, we was in Chicago, an' Dreams got into some trouble. So, we left, to Queens. That wasn't a whole lot better, so now, we're here. OK... so, what's your personality like? I don' talk much, but my sis says that I'se a good listener. But if you don' quit with these questions, I ain't gonna tell you much more! Sorry, sorry! Couldja look up an' take off your hat for me? I need to record whatcha looks like. I can tell you what I look like. I gots jet black hair, ice blue eyes an' a good tan from workin' outside. I'm 6'1, and I got a good muscle build. Ah, I'll take your word for it. Got yourself a girl wit' that good muscle build? Geez, didn't Dreams tell you nothin'? I ain't got time for girls. I'm too busy looking after my sister... Aright, last question, you got any family or friends? Dreams is my last livin' relative. Well, actually... look, don't tell her this... it'll break her heart and your neck, but, ah... she ain't actually my sister. I found her when I was 7, and took care of her from then on, so she might as well be my sister. Just don' tell her... Don' worry. I won't tell her. A'right, that's all I needed to know. |
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