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 name's Phoebe. Phoebe Bray.

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

They call me Spin, ma'am. It's on account of the dancin' I do. I'm known for running the streets barefoot, jumping, and, well, spinning, you see. The dancing just comes naturally. So does the name, I guess.

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

I was born mid July. I think I'm about sixteen, 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.

I guess I'm lookin' pretty average. About 5"6' with a solid build. I've got short and choppy brown hair, and lively brown eyes. I've a round face. I can normally be found in this old white blouse, but sometimes I'll wear my deep blue one. I also got this grey skirt here. It's likely you also might be findin' me without my shoes, if it's not too cold outside.

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.

*Standing a little straighter* I promise I'm not doin' any of that, ma'am. I'll be dancing or singing at a theatre if I can find the job, but that doesn't happen as often as I'd like.

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 very happy, missus. And I'd like to be outgoin', but my instincts get the better of me sometimes. I've got the tendency to be a little loud, but that;s only once I warm up to people. But if I know anythin', I know this. I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone lookin' after me, that's for sure. I'm an independent girl, the real free spirit. I'm sweet, unless anyone manages to get on my bad side. *Looks around, startled.* Sorry, I'm talking too much about myself, ain't I? I do that a lot, too. *Laughs* Anyway, I would say I'm kind. But I've been told I can get a little too glum about things. A bit of a brooder. I just get caught up in my thoughts a lot, that's all. Bein' alone to think for a good while can be a good thing.

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 told you I'm a dancer, right, missus? I hope you don't think me arrogant, but I'm not too bad at it. I sing and act some, too. I love the stage. I can write a bit as well. I tried my hands at paints, once, but I knew right away that dancin' is where I belong.

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.

Unless you count forgettin' my shoes a whole lot, I don't got any bad habits that I can think of. But my past is a different story. I got a brother, a few years older now. Nineteen, I think. He's, well he's been tryin' to find me for some time now. But that's the trouble. I don't want him to. And so far, he hasn't. I'm a bit of a runner, really. When I think he might be findin' me soon... I head off somewhere new. That's how I got here, you see.

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

I don't know no one in the area, Ma'am. But I've got a Papa and a Brother left. I already mentioned my older brother. My Papa, though... well, I haven't seen him in years. I don't even know if he's still around. My brother... well, he's a follower. Bound to show up sometime.

Seein' anyone special, dear? *smiles slyly*

*Laughs* No, Ma'am. No one's quite caught my fancy. But, I'll admit... *blushes a bit* I'm not against the idea.

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 come from Brooklyn, but I've been runnin' through New York since I was young. Can't remember how old. I'm here because... well, because I can't stop running. My life before I ran off was... it was a whole lot more trouble than it was worth. I loved my Papa, but he wasn't around a lot. My brother started to get into some trouble with some fellas around town. He got scary. That's how I remember it, at least. It was quite a while ago. Things got worse with me brother and I ran. I've been in different lodging houses for years now, runnin' from one place to the next. Haven't had one to call home, yet. That's why I'm here, Missus. I just gotta keep runnin' until, maybe... *Looks up, but then blushes and looks to her bare feet* I can call one of these places home. *Silent for a moment, then looks back up.* Anyway, that's when I stumbled across Greenwich here. Maybe this'll be my chance to find something worth stayin for.

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