Name?
Dash McCullen.
Right, yer real name?
*smirks* Dat is my real name.
Sure . . . age?
old enough... *pauses to think* i'm 20.
Appearance? *gives you a once over and smirks*
I look like every odda
goil in dis joint. *has thin dull blond hair tied back in a messy bun.
What’s yer story?
I used ta be a newsie, but i ain't a kid no more, so I gave dat up. I lived for a little while wid me friend Scatter, but we lost each odda somewhere along da lines. I think she's went back ta bein' a hooker . . . Anyways . . . I was back on the streets, pickin' pockets for a livin'. I realized I needed a job, so I came heah.
Dat da one yer tellin’ da bulls?
H*ll no. I ain't tellin' da bulls
nothin'. I don't botha dem, and dey don't botha me. And dat's da way I like it.
Single tanight, or datin’?
Hmm . . . I guess I'm single.
Any weapons? Ya drop ‘em on da table.
Don't get all woiked up, all I gots is dis lil knife heah *pulls out a 6 inch knife*
What’s yer game?
Blackjack, poker, and horseracing.
Anythin' else we should know?
I ain't lookin' for trouble, but it
seems ta like findin' me. My motto is, be good and if ya can't be good, be
careful. *adds with a wink* And I'm always careful.