Day 18 and 19

We have an exercise, not exactly in writing, but this is to do with characters.

These, to me, tend to fit into two types, people we know and people we’ve seen, and to be honest I;m always on the lookout for a character whether fascinating or horrible.

Of course, we have stereotypes in our arsenel:

Dressed in black, the once cinematic stereotype for the villain, especially in American Westerns, to the femme fatale in her definitive little black dress, the littler it is the more evil she is, or perhaps the more risque (putting it mildly) she is. Again, a Hollywood stereotype.

Then the others, large hats, baseball caps, Fedoras, Bowlers, Top hats and tails, fascinators, the headwear that often these days only dusted off for particular purposes. Once the norm a century ago this sort of wear, along with ball gowns and tuxedos that rarely get an outing, perhaps because of a lack of nightclubs, balls, and dressing up for dinner, a ritual of course that only the rich, powerful, and aristocracy did regularly.

But I digress…

We are supposed to remember what they wore, what they said, who were they in your opinion, and what was their occupation, and lastly, what would they not do, and what would happen if they were forced into doing it?

Interesting…

The last person I met, rather plain work clothes that made them look dull and interesting, we changed words about the product I’d just bought. As for what kind of person, that all depended on experiences and while I would say that person was hiding something under that facade, they could most likely be the life of the party, certainly the outgoing and friendly sort that never had a shortage of friends and acquaintances. What would they most likely do? Anything but serving customers if they had a choice, perhaps the sort who would shine in guest services in a large resort hotel or ship.

What would they not do, that’s a list a mile long, and if forced, I’d say it would be a devastating travesty. In writing it’s always a possibility that a character has to act out of character and do stuff they never expected. But this characterisation is always based on our own fears and hatreds. What wouldn’t I do? Jump out of a plane in a parachute.

That person opposite me behind the counter, I could see them doing it in a heartbeat.

Perhaps I’ve just found my next character!