Benjamin Green

*smiles* Ben Green.

Right, yer real name?

*blinks* That is my real name...well, I guess it's really Benjamin, but . . . *shrugs*

Shoa . . . age?

Sixteen.

Appearance? Or do I jus' put down 'ugly as sin' an' save ya da trouble?

*hey!* *blinks again, starts to reply, then thinks better of it* *after a moment* Kinda tall, brown hair, blue eyes. Skinny. *isn't ugly* *isn't dazzlingly handsome, but isn't ugly*

What's yer story?

*shrugs* My dad's outta work. *is desperate to help out, and has looked for jobs with no real luck* *would rather work here than a factory* *has a little sister to worry about*

Dat da one yer tellin' da bulls?

*frowns slightly, but then just shrugs*

Single tanight, or datin'?

*blinks* Dating . . . but not anyone here. *flushes slightly* *didn't mean that in a bad way, just meant he has a girlfriend, and sounded otherwise* *hopes that doesn't hurt his chances of getting a job*

Any weapons? Ya drop 'em on da table.

*shakes his head* Don't have any. *doesn't*

What's yer game?

*isn't very good at cards* *looks disappointed for a moment, then thinks of something* Do you need a look out or something?

Anythin' else we should know?

*shakes his head* Don't think so . . .