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| What's yer name? | Angela Pia Civitarese, da foist an only, who're you? |
| Dat what people call ya, or d'ya got a nickname? | Only me sistah an 'er husband call me Angela, e'rebody else calls me Kyrie ((Pronounced "Kee-ree-ay" if that helps...)), includin me bruddah, so dat's what ya *bettah* call me, undahstand? *smiles sweetly* |
| Whaddaya look like? | *brushes a lock of curly jet-black hair, her pride and joy, out of her eyes* Well, I'se bout 5'6" and purdy curvy. *smirks* Me hair's black an' curls real nice to me shouldahs, I'se got dark brown eyes and most guys'd say I ain't dat bad lookin...*smirk widens* waddya you think? |
| How old are ya? | I'se 15, goin on 16, but I looks oldah. *smirks still more* Least, dat's what dey tell me. |
| What kind of work d'ya do? Actor, stagehand, what? | *smirk morphs into a happy smile* I'se a newsie ovah in Brooklyn, but when I ain't woikin I 'elp Dinah wit costumes an' such. She's nice enough, I guess, even if she *is* awful quiet...anyway, it's nice ta get inside fer a while an' be wit somebody who ain't yellin at me all da time, ya know?...*sighs and quickly changes the subject* An' 'sides, I love dis place, it's gorgeous, jus' gorgeous. |
| Got any experience at dat? An' how'd ya end up heah, anyway? | ((Kyrie has yet to answer this question.)) |
| How 'bout tellin' us a little 'bout yerself? Ya know, what kind of personality ya got? | Poisonality? *smirks once more* Dat's definately somethin I gots lots of...but if ya really wanna know what I'se like you's'll just hafta stick 'round and see, won'tcha? *Despite all appearences, Kyrie is prone to intense mood-swings (if she were alive today she'd probably be diagnosed as bi-polar manic depresive) and terrible nightmares. When she's up you--and everyone else in the vicinity--will know it, but she staunchily refuses to let it show when she's down and absolutely will *not* cry in front of anyone, including her twin brother, Christe. She also loves males (a rape a few weeks ago has left her badly shaken, though she won't let on) and has a tendency to fall deep into infatuation with them--the current object of her affection being Spot Conlon* |
| Any special talents? | Well...*thinks about it, twisting some hair around her index finger--a habit* Oh, I cin juggle!...*stops, corrects herself with a chuckle* Sorta...ok, ok, so I can't. But I'se loynin'! |