What's yer name? |
*Stands in front of the tool closet, frowning. Starts moving
things around,
then jumps as you ask your question. Glances back at you* Hmm?
*you repeat
the question* Frances Evans, unfortunately. *looks mildly disgusted
by this
fact* |
Dat what people call ya, or d'ya got a
nickname? |
*with a hint of what may have once been a highly sarcastic sense
of humor*
No, they don't call me that, thank God. I go by Frankie.
|
Whaddaya look like? |
*rolls her eyes* Normal? *she has long red hair that is tied
back into an
efficient bun, and brown eyes. She's not beautiful, but she
doesn't have the
kind of face that someone would easily forget. She's just barely
over five
feet tall, and has a no-nonsense look about her. She also is
beginning to
show faint signs of the early stages of pregnancy* |
How old are ya? |
*quietly* Twenty seven. |
What kind of work d'ya do? Actor,
stagehand, what? |
*gestures toward the cluttered mess in the tool closet* Stagehand. |
Got any experience at dat? An' how'd ya
end up heah, anyway?
| *shrugs* It's a long, boring story. *it's anything but, but she
obviously doesn't want to talk about it* |
How 'bout tellin' us a little 'bout
yerself? Ya know, what kind of personality ya got? |
*shrugs again* I'm a hard worker, good at doing what needs to
be done. *is
actually a workaholic on the edge of obsessive-compulsive, and
uses work as a
way to control her life. She also tends to be very self-contained,
only
confiding in Curse and Thomason, and while she's friendly, in
a quiet,
introverted sort of way, she really doesn't have any friends
other than them* |
Any special talents? |
**shrugs again* Yeah, I have a photographic memory. That's about
it. *doesn't
mention her ability to hear ghosts (though she is unable to
see them,
apparently)* |