First I'll be needin' yer full name, honey. It's for my confidential records. Lord knows none o' the girls actually uses 'em.

Hmm me name ya be askin? Well it'd be Molly Sullivan, I know not nearly as fancy as ya be wishin, but it suits me fine.

So what do people actually call ya? An' why?

Well, Fairy, I suppose, would be more a proper term for here, but I was tellin' stories about the Good Folk an' Gentry an' people just started callin' me Fae. Tryin' ta explain that me name is Molly didn' do much good. They see a pretty blond girl talkin' about the old folk an' they think,Well, she must be Fae incarnate come ta whisk me under the hill. Not too bad a nickname I wager.

Age an' birthday? Just estimate if ya ain't sure, hon.

I'm sixteen barely, was on December 9th.

Now you's gonna give me a physical description. Height, build, hair, eyes, the clothes ya wears--everythin' down to the last freckle, ya hear? *gives you a sober look* If one o' my goils goes missin'...well, it pays to be prepared, I always say.

Well let me, -looks down at self- I dunno about how tall I am, canna think to well about it. Say five foot somethin' round two or three? I've got brown blond hair, got brown eyes and I'm very fond of me hat. Does bein' irish count as a description? I'm a bit thin, not of course too thin mind ya my gran would have me head if I didn' eat proper. Know what it's like to go hungry an' wont' if I can help it. I like wearin' skirts that flow, mind. I don' go for the francy fancy things nor do I covet em like some girls do. I like me hair down though, makes me rebellious or not, I canna say.

I know you'll be sellin' papes, but are ya doin' any odder kinda work? If so, I gotta know about it. *gives you a sharp look* Yes, even that.

Me? Nah, I don't be doin' the like. Sure could make some money but me gran taught me ta have more respect for meself than that. I trade some stories for food now an' again, seems that barterin' isn' out of the question. People like ta be taken away for awhile, a good yarn helps. Mostly I just do laundry... look at me hands? The hands of a laundress.

What's yer personality like, dearie? Sweet, grumpy, shy, outgoin', overly fond o' the boys? *smiles* It's all perfectly fine here in Greenwich Village.

Ah well I'm a wee bit of a chatterbox ya know, I like to talk and when I get goin' it's hard to stop! I love a good story, just any kind-- from the scary ones that make ya bury yer head under the covers or take ya far away. I like ta tell a good yarn doesn' mean I like ta lie-- though if it puts food in me belly I won' complain none. I'm fairly easy goin' an' I like people, can talk ta anyone an' I'm not one for keepin' to meself I like everyone so might as well have fun an' enjoy em.

Now, most o' the Village is real keen on the arts. Got any special talents I should know about? If ya sing, dance, act, draw, paint, write, or sweep a stage, I guarantee the goils'll find ya some extra work. *winks* You can tell me about any non-artistic talents while you's at it.

Ah that? -laughs and grins- well I do tell a great yarn ya know tha. if I keen a tale I'll tell it better'n just about anyone! But, I do like ta dance too-- can't get much better than tha' sometimes. I'm pretty good at what I can do, not so good at others. Grace an' charm about all I have -chuckles-

Any ghosts hauntin' ya that I should know about? I don't mean the kind that supposedly haunts the attic--I mean the bad things that follow ya from yer past, or the bad habits ya just can't seem to shake.

Ghosts? Well, things just follow us round I suppose. I don't have too much comin' fer me. Me old man was a member a the old gangs back in Ireland. But that doesna mean much here. I dunna have much ta worry about save for starvin.

Who ya know in the area, hon? Friend or foe, I wanna hear about it. An' have ya got any fam'ly left?

Ah no, I came over from Ireland with me gran but she passed away last year, tis just me now. I don't have much of a worry though.

Seein' anyone special, dear? *smiles slyly*

-giggles- No, I canna say that I do but I'd love to. Ah, a real romance, now that's somethin that everyone loves hearin' about. The hero ridin' in ta save the poor lass and heal her broken heart -sigh, grins- well I mean ya can tell a story all ya like but before ya experience it yerself ya dunno much, aye?

Now, last of all, baby, I need ya to tell me why you's here. Where'd ya come from, an' what kinda life did ya have before?

Well I said a'fore that I came over from Ireland with me Gran. My parents died when I was a lass, I got siblings mind but they scattered to the winds 'afore I even knew better. Came here with Gran, traded stories, went ta work doin' laundry an' such for people. But then Gran got sick so I had to pick up some extra work here an' there. Sellin' papers seemed ta be the best idea, I thought it would help Gran get better but-- the money didna help an she passed on anyway. I was really happy though, even cramped like we were it was happy times.

I came here after, couldna afford the place on me own an' well I couldna work meself ta death as it was. I figure things change, aye? You have ta make do with what ya can an' let the rest come as it will. I've enjoyed bein' here, an' I really have no where else ta go.

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