Dat what people call ya, or d'ya got a nickname? *wry smile* I've gotten the name "Verbal" over the course of my life, because I talk...to the wrong people.

Whaddaya look like? *sighs* *figures your blind or mentally unsound, so obliges the question, speaking loud and slow* Dark brown hair, but when some light hits it it looks a bit red. *nods, not realizing that her speech just picked up tempo* But that's because my parents were Irish...I...said that though, didn't I? I'm growing it out, see? I'm gonna be just like Matilda Froiheye, that actress. Her hair's curlier than mine, but I read once that she always wears a wig. *furrows her brow* Anyway, I've got green eyes, the color of Carey's cat. But...you don't know Carey's cat. And I'm tall.*stands at a whopping 5'6"* Gorgeous, don't ya think? *strikes a pose for you, showing off the few curves she has*

How old are ya? *looks at you for a while, for no defining reason, then presses her lips together* 18. I'm a Scorpio.

What kind o' work d'ya do? Actor, stagehand, what? Box. Office. *taps her foot as you look disinterested in her work* It's not that easy, you know. I have to do accounting and sh*t, that these starlets don't have to worry about. You know how easily I could take money here? Geezus! But I don't. If there's one thing Verbal O. is, it's honest. Ya got me on that? Good. *snorts, as if she's so terribly offended*

How'd ya end up heah, anyway? *apparently entirely over that spell, shrugs lightly* I needed a job. They had one. I've been all over this fair city a hundred times - you know I was born over here? Yeah, my parents had digs in a Lower East Side tenament. Pretty fair, it was. We only had to share it with one other live-in. He was an old guy named Mr. Hite. He came from Tennessee, and got kicked out of his job at some fancy firm when he got too old. Ran out of money. Mr. Hite liked women, he'd have old women over all the time *shakes her head exasperatedly* Whenever I got home from -- work *tries to make herself sound perfectly legal* -- he'd be sittin' out in this crummy rocking chair, and he'd ask about the weather. *shrugs* I guess he liked talking about the goddamn weather or something. *opens her mouth to go on, but you cut her off with your next question*

How 'bout tellin' us a little 'bout yerself? Ya know, what kinda personality ya got? *snorts, indignant that you'd be so rude as to interrupt her* I'm friendly, really. And a good worker, pretty disciplined if I do say so myself. Held down my other job for eight years now. *with some quick math you realize that she had to have worked that "other job" since she was eight, and wonder why she doesn't mention what that "other job" is, seeing how she likes to talk so much* I'm reliable, and I'm honest. I know I said that already, but it's true! I catch on really quickly to things, too. Like this job -- I can pick out who's cheaping a show from a mile away. I could be the cheif security officer somewhere, if I wanted to! *is actually much more tame and amiable on the job, or after a friendship's been made, and is extraordinarily honest, unless it pays very well not to be*

Any special talents? You name it, I can do it...At least I try to do it...*shrugs and waggles her eyebrows*