Reeve Marquez's Journal

[OOC Info]

Name: Lettie!
Age: 20
AIM/YIM/MSN/Etc.: Lettie347 / DISCO MILF
E-Mail: lettie347@gmail.com
Time Zone: General Mountain Time (EST -2hrs)
Your Character's PB: Javier Bardem
Previous Experience: So much that it hurts.

boom_town, Valesco @ Scribbld, Hearts and Minds @ LJ, Milliways Bar @ LJ ... going on for longer makes me seem like a tool with no life.
Two Sample RP Links: Here! Here!
Where did you hear about us?: Glee! Can't get more specific than a mod.

[IC Application]

What's your name?: Reeve Esposito Marquez. Yeah, it's Spanish. Deal with it.
Male or female?: I've got a penis. Why don't you tell me what that means?
Are you known by any other name?: Not anymore. I used to be 'bell bitch', but that was a long time ago. I don't react well to people calling me that nowadays.

Were you born in the United States? Where? If not, please specify.: This is the part where I tell you about my immigrant sob-story, right? I try not to whine and bitch about that sort of thing now that it's kind of a moot point. I'm American as far as the rest of the world is concerned. My parents immigrated here even if it wasn't legal and gave me a 'proper' first name when they dragged me with them. My mother could barely pronounce it.
Where are you now?: The Compound.
How did you get to/will you be getting to the Compound?: It's a funny story, actually. I've been here pretty much all along. When the shit hit the fan I was opening doors for the stupid sons of bitches that got their asses killed before they could open their mouths. Turns out that this hotel was actually one of the safer places in the city.
Where were you a year ago?: The same damn place I am now, haven't you been listening? I'd just gotten bumped up from custodial work to bellboy. Do you know what that means? That means that instead of cleaning people's toilets I got to wear a little hat and smile in their faces instead of telling them what lucky assholes they were that they had a family to go home to that didn't live in the 'bad' neighborhood. The money wasn't great and the respect wasn't either.
What were you up to before the quarantine?: This shit is getting kind of repetitive, isn't it? As soon as the rumors about outbreaks began I started trying to get myself ... you know, prepared. Just in case. Of course, I kept most of my stuff at home with my mother -- which was completely useless, now that I think about it. I wasted a lot of money for things I haven't even gotten to yet. I guess I could always put in a word with scouts to drop by my neighborhood, but I really don't want to know what happened down there. I lost enough sleep over her death even if we fought when I was at home for more reasons than one.
What have you been doing since then?: You can't even make this stuff up. It's stupid to say I've been improving my reading, right? But it's true. After Ben worked up a plan (he had more schooling than me and I had to admit his plans actually made sense in a twisted kind of way) we put it into action and it worked great. It was just damned convenient that I was working that day -- but then again, I worked every day before everything happened -- and I work every day now. Cleaning up was a bitch at first. I never really thought things would get as clean around here as they are now, but then again ... I didn't really expect to live this long either. Since I've got a pretty good handle on the floorplan of the hotel, I handle security inside. It's nice to be in charge of something for once in my life. A lot of people say they felt like their life spiraled out of control after everything that happened, but for me it was almost the opposite. Sure, things are different now, but I've always felt more like prey than person.
What do you miss most about life before the quarantine?: Even though I hated the neighborhood I lived in, it was safe. People took care of each other -- kind of like here, I guess, but there everyone spoke Spanish and neighbors shared food. I miss good food.
What don't you miss?: It's arrogant to say everything else, right? I don't miss assholes who think that just because I didn't get my GED since I had to support my family once my dad kicked it that I'm some useless piece of meat they can order around. I've got as much smarts as anyone who took that last year of useless High School education.

Describe your build.: I'm a big man, what can I say. An even six, but pretty muscular - it was kind of necessary to keep from getting my ass kicked during the tail end of school, and doing all the bitch work at the hotel (like part-time plumbing and hauling the fucking laundry around) does that to a man.
Describe your hair.: What kind of a question is that? It's hair, not some sort of living entity that exists separate from me. I try to keep it short enough that it's pretty hard to grab from far away.
Describe your eyes.: Dark. Brown.
Describe your personal style of clothing.: Before everything happened I wore a bunch of used uniforms when I worked and whatever I could afford at the time when I wasn't. Nowadays I take a page from Ben's book and take from the drycleaner's when I can, but my size is a lot harder to find than his.
Describe any tattoos, piercings or identifiable marks.: I've got a huge scar that runs up my right side. I'd like to say something badass happened, but really ... I just fell off a bookshelf when I was a kid. Nothing big.

Do you have any physical handicaps?: Not so far. I'm counting myself lucky for that, since I can't think of being much use if I can't get around.
Do you speak languages other than your native tongue?: I speak Spanish, a whole mash of it. That's about it, although I suppose technically I learned Spanish before English. Speaking English in class meant I just remember more of it, I guess.
Are you alone? If so, why?: No. Ben's always been there, really.
Do you have a talent/skill that will be helpful to the survival of a group?: I'm used to surviving on limited supplies, so I guess there's that. The knowledge of the hotel and the fact that I've been with Ben since the start's probably a good thing too, and I've got all sorts of small-parts experience from working at the hotel. I can also fake a smile that'll fool the damned pope when I have to, which could probably be good for morale in case we all end up in a situation where we're going to die horribly painful deaths and someone needs to tell people it's going to be okay.
What are you doing to pull your weight at the Compound? Like I said, I do this and that. Most recently I've been working security around the perimeter, making sure that nothing gets in that isn't supposed to. I like it -- it's kind of like being your own boss.
What is your weapon of choice? Does it have a name?: I grab whatever's on hand, but I try to keep a shotgun with me. And a wrench, but that's less for the Infected and more for my personal benefit. You can do a lot of things with a wrench.
Have you had any notary zombie encounters?: I think the biggest one was obviously at the hotel. I can't take credit for the plan and I wouldn't want to -- I helped Ben put the elevator on the fritz and closed down the top two floors of the hotel. It took a while, but they started jumping off the roof. Starving and crazy, I guess. I'd seen it happen at home with dogs occasionally, so it wasn't a big shock to my system. I'd seen worse, and hell -- they were probably better off concrete chow than living like they were.