| Lightning |
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| Go Back to the Bunkroom... |
| Hey, the name's Lightning Eagin. I need a room. You ain't new at dis, are ya? That your real name? "Lightning"? 'Course not! My real name's Abigail Rachael Lylis, but if'n I evah hear ya call me that... Alright, alright! So, how old are ya? I'se 15, an' my birthday comes on August the 18th. OK... do ya mind tellin' me your story? How'd you get here? Well, me faddah beat me muddah 'til I was 13, when she died. Den I ran away ta live wid' me boyfriend in Queens. He didn' treat me right, so I ran away again. Now I'se heah. End of story. Alright, end of story, I can deal with that. Now, uh, just so's I don't be assumin' anything about ya, how's your personality deal? I'se bold, and outgoin', and I love ta get inta trouble. I, uh, I'm kinda sensitive 'bout me past, and especially about me muddah. I miss her, know? I'se got a hot tempah, dat fiahs up real fast. But you can definitely expect to see me teasing and joking around. Dat's nice. Shut up. Fine! Fill this out, wouldja? It's about your "appearance". Tattoo of a lightnin' bolt on right shoulder blade. Tan skin Hair: straight, golden blonde, and about two inches below hips. Eyes flicker between greyish-green and bright blue. Clothing: light blue button up shirt over a white undershirt that is rolled up to the sleeves, black pants, and tan suspenders, tan-colored hat, slingshot. Thank you. And, uh, you gotta guy around here? No, I'se free, and looking. Family or friends? I'm a loner. My father's in Brooklyn, but as I said, I don't like him much. Well, uh, that's all I needs. Hart'll show you to your room. |