Name?
*a downright dirty young man offers a
hand* Link Kilpatrick, Sir.
Right, yer real name?
*laughs and shows off a few grossly decaying teeth*
Lincoln, dat's where dey pull "Link" from.
Sure . . . age?
Twenny. *nods, eyes sparkiling*
Appearance? Or do I jus’ write
down ‘ugly as sin’ an’ save ya da trouble?
Yeah,
'ugly' will do jes' fine *laughs* *is about 5'11" with
a mop of disheveled brown hair that goes without
washing for something like a month at a time; the same
thing goes for his skin and clothes*
What’s yer story?
*shrugs* Useda be a part of a gang,
but *shrugs* I cleaned up a bit. *laughs* Not
literally, dat is. Vocationally. *as for his lack of
hygiene, he finds it a lot easier to keep from getting
beat up if no one wants to touch you with a ten foot
pole*
Dat da one yer tellin’ da bulls?
*laughs* I make a
point not to talk to da bulls *smiles* *is quite
dependable to not rat out anyone directly to
authority, but will sell out certain people out to
criminals*
Single tanight, or datin’?
*gives you an amused look*
Single. *has his eye on a local gang member, but
doubts anything will develop in that department*
Any weapons? Ya drop ‘em on da table.
*offers a
swtichblade* Dat's all.
What’s yer game?
I'll bet till I'm dry, an' I play 'em
all.
Anythin' else we should know?
*shakes his head* Don't
think so.
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