First I'll be needin' yer full name, honey. It's for my confidential records. Lord knows none o' the girls actually uses 'em.
My full name is Maggie Olive Barrs.
So what do people actually call ya? An' why?
Most people call me Scribble…my friends do, anyway. I’m called Scribble because I’m always doodling or scribbling on paper. I love to draw and write…so Scribble was something some people just started calling me. You can call me Maggie if you prefer, of course. *smiles*
Age an' birthday? Just estimate if ya ain't sure, hon.
October first, and I’m freshly fifteen.
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.
I’m tiny…that’s what most people say, anyway. I’m so pale it bothers me, and my eyes are this creepy color of green. They’re not even really green; they look closer to gray, to me. My hair is a mess… I promise I combed it! It’s just so everywhere, I can never calm it down. See how my bangs curl and everything else is just wavy, but a few parts are bone straight? Yeah, it’s always like that. It’s terrible, so I normally keep it tied back. It makes me look more presentable, I suppose. I’m pretty tall for my weight, and thin for my height. I’m roughly five foot six , and last I was weighed, ninety-three pounds. I eat, I swear I do! I just have this problem gaining weight. You can see my ribs, it’s really creepy…
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.
*holds up hands and giggles a bit* No, I don’t have any other jobs. And not anything close to that. *giggles again* That’s just improper.
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’m an odd girl…I’m loud and outspoken, once made comfortable. But big crowds frighten me, to the point it’s hard to talk…maybe selling newspaper s isn’t the best job for me, then? *laughs* I try to help anyone I can, because it’s the right thing to do. I can be rude at times, but I have a basic grasp of everyday manners, and I try to use them to the best of my ability. Uhm…I’m blunt and I can get careless. So I might offend someone without meaning to…*laughs nervously*…I never speak with malice, though, I promise…Well, sometimes I do, but it’s rare. I’m very airheaded and clumsy. I’m sure by the end of the night, I’d have had a face-to-face meeting with every single wall in this building. I like to think I’m caring…but can I be caring and careless at the same time? Hmm…
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 draw pretty well…I like to think. I’m not very good at all, I just enjoy it is all. I’m a much better writer, though. I love words, they amaze me. *grins* I love writing stories for my friends. And I also act, I’ve been told I’m really good at it.
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.
…I chew on my hair a lot…? Does that count? Either than that, I’m really flinchy if you raise a hand at me, because..of…m-my mom…
Who ya know in the area, hon? Friend or foe, I wanna hear about it. An' have ya got any fam'ly left?
*shakes her head* Not that I know of.
Seein' anyone special, dear? *smiles slyly*
*blushes* Oh, no! Who would be sweet on me? *laughs* That’s such a silly thought.
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?
*gulps* Well, back at home…my mom made me do all the housework on top of school, so I was failing most of my courses…and s-she hit me and yelled at me a lot. And she was always fighting with dad, who yelled, too, but never hit me like mom. The kids at school didn’t like me much, either. Twinie, that’s what I call my best friend, said it was because I let them get away with it. But they liked to give me beatings from time to time. *fidgets* I dunno, I guess I’m just annoying…Anyway, coming here was Twinie’s idea. She didn’t want me living at home anymore, so…here I am?
OUT OF CHARACTER
Profile By: Scribble
E-mail Address: shionhimirai@bigstring.com, shionhimirai@hellokitty.com, shion.kimido@gmail.com
AIM or Other Screen Name(s): Doobooqueen1 (Skype), Shionhimirai (Tumblr)
Character Song: "Breakable" or "Breathe" by Rose Falcon