| Hey, lady, you lost? No, I was told that you were the one ta talk to for a room. I'm May, May Compton. No nickname. Just May, unless you're one of the oh-so-creative guys who call me "All-the-way-May". I don't need ta tell you why... And you don't need ta call me that, unless you'd like ta pay for a nose job. Ok, I get the point. How old are ya anyway? 437. No, come on, how old do I look? I'se 17, born April 2nd. And the next question you're gonna ask me is "what's your story kid?". I know the drill, I do this about every other month. You're good. So? Gonna tell me? Yeah, I guess I'd better. Well, I was in this pickpocket gang, but I guess I just got too friendly with the leader's boyfriend. So, now I'm here. Now you're gonna ask about my personality. Aren't you? Maybe... Get real, you were. I'm America's Sweetheart. Actually, I'm kinda really sarcastic, and I'll flirt with just about anybody. I'm sure you've figured out the nickname by now, huh? Ah, yeah, I did. Which... ...answers your next question, about my looks. Well, the guys all say that I'm pretty cute. So do some of the girls, but... I'm tall, about 5'7, with long brown hair and hazel eyes. And more curves than a jumbo pretzel. Ooookay....... so I'm guessin' that means you got a guy? Yeah... right... uh huh... sure... whatever... But I'm lookin'. Family or Friends? Eh, maybe. I was in an orphanage past when I can remember. Then I ran away and joined the gang. Maybe I got family... somewheres... I dunno. As for friends, I'm new. I don' really know anybody yet. But they'll learn that I ain't all bad before long. Alright, that's all I needed to know. Ah, if ya see Hart, tell her that the windows on the front porch need to be cleaned. Think she'll clean 'em? Nope. |
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