First I'll be needin' yer full name, honey. It's for my confidential records. Lord knows none o' the girls actually uses 'em.
*clears throat a bit* I'm Violet Tellerelli. I wouldn't answer to it though. Only the Bulls call me that.
So what do people actually call ya? An' why?
They call me Penny, Penny Teller. I used to try to sell my papes for a nickel...so the boys started mockingly callin' me Penny. It stuck.
Age an' birthday? Just estimate if ya ain't sure, hon.
Uh, July 14th. I've gotta be 'bout...16 now.
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.
*nods a bit* I'm about 4'11" when it ain't cold outside. My hair's kinda big and blonde. Eyes, blue unless I'm wearing green. I've got a birthmark on the corner of my left eye. It ain't noticeable unless you're looking for it.
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.
*shrugs* Um, I sometimes work in a candle factory downtown--only in the winter though.
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.
I ain't so cheery in the mornings but I get along well with just about everyone. The only boy I'm fond of is Blink. He's a good kid.
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.
I can play the piano and the banjo. I'll sing if it'll get me a quarter.
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.
*shrugs* I like cigars a little too much. I came from the West and nothing from there can survive a trip out here.
Who ya know in the area, hon? Friend or foe, I wanna hear about it. An' have ya got any fam'ly left?
My pa works the railroads out West and Mama's been dead for years. I know a couple people out here. I'm real good friends with Blink. I know Illusion and Luna... I mostly pretend I know everyone else.
Seein' anyone special, dear? *smiles slyly*
*blushes and sighs* No, ma'am.
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?
I was, I was workin' with my pa out on the railroads in California but they don't really treat their girls so good out there. About a year ago, I caught a train that I thought was headed North but was actually headed East. I ended up here. The city ain't so bad.
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