Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Shakespeare Montoya 'ey kid, watcha name? *Looks up from a ratty old Romeo and Juliet book and smiles* I'm surprised ya even noticed I was heah. As for my name, it's Carlos Montoya. 'ave you been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? *Smirks* Sure do. It's Shakespeare. Hence da book in me hands. *shows book* I'd prefer you'se ta call me Shakespeare insteada Carlos. Or Shake if dat's too much of a name for you'se ta remember. Where'd dat come from, anyway? My parents gave me the name Carlos. *laughs* As for Shakespeare...well da kids in da Harlem orphanage called me it ta me fun of me. It stuck. When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are? *thinks for a moment* I was born on December 20th and I'm 17 but come tomorrow I'll be 18 seeing as how today's the 19th. Whatcha look like? I've got jet black hair, winter green eyes. I'm 5 ft 11" tall. I have pretty strong arms, which is from playing baseball wit me friends all dose years back in da Bronx. I'm Hispanic. Me grandparents came ta New York all the way from Spain. I ain't sure where in Spain though. I've got a nice scar on my right temple from being whacked in the head with a baseball back when I was ten. I'm very tan and I never burn. *shrugs* I don't know why but people are always sayin' dat my eyes tend ta light up with interest on a regular basis. I guess dat's it for my looks. And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality? *grins broadly and chuckles* Personality, huh? Let's see. I'm probably not gonna give you any trouble at all. Wanna know why dat is? Causes I's don't smoke, drink, fight, swear, and I'm a virgin if that makes any difference to you. My friends say I'm crazy. Not crazy like psycho crazy. I'm crazy like I'll pretty much to anything, except go on a train. I don't like trains. My parents were killed in one. *looks at the ground for a second then looks back up. Sits back down* So... where'd ya come from an' watcha doin heah? I came from Brooklyn. Before that I lived in Harlem *shudders* Never gonna go back der again. But, I was born and raised in da Bronx. Now I'm heah in Queens. Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya? Not to be rude or anything, but what kind of a question is dat? Anyway, yes, I do have friends. *counts on his fingers* Dere's my friends from da Bronx, friends in Brooklyn, a couple in Manhattan. I'm guessing I'll make some heah. What about a, uh, signifigant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge* *slowly shakes his head* No, I don't. But I would like to have one. But all da goils I know are taken. Sort of. Either dat or dey got overbearing friends who will kill me if I touch 'em. *laughs a little then pulls a serious face* Waddya do 'round heah? *raises one eyebrow* what do ya mean, 'what do I do?' I do what every other poor kid does, sell papes. I don't have anything else ta do. 'Cept read. If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em? *looks even more confused* Empty out my pockets? What for? Do you'se tink I'm gonna try ta kill you'se? Cause I ain't. *sighs and digs around in his pockets* Let's see. I's got my book, some money, lint. Nothing special. Anythin' else we oughta know? Yeah, der is some other tings I like you'se ta know. Number one, I sleep naked. So don't bother waken me up unless you'se want a surprise in da morning. Number two, I'm fluent in Spanish. If ya hear me muttering to meself den I'm probably speaking in Spanish. If ya happen ta know Spanish too, den feel free ta join me! Number three, if ya can't find me anywhere around da lodging house, I'll be on da roof. Readin. Jus' so you'se knows. Dat's it-no wait, one more ting.don't touch my book witout asking or else you'll have a very unhappy Shakespeare. It's my last memory of me parents. You understand. Back to the bunkroom