Prologue: I wouldn't say that I personally have a character, I am a headlight on a taxi, but I feel as if my driver is very protective of his cab although he does not know all the technical terms for the parts 'D'ya mind takin yer hand off the, off the thingy.' I feel as if he would feel safe but exposed at the same time while in there as he knows every inch of the car better than anyone else, but at the same time, because anyone can simply hail him and especially in the area that he lives in, may even be rude.
Tale 1: Although I am a part of an ensemble, I feel like we are all playing the stereotypical girl of the East End, as we learned from Jake and Matteo at the beginning, can be catty, btichy and fake. I think this is exactly what we are all doing. Creating up this perfect guy in our heads, not just because he'd be a nice person, but because he's 'fit' and we know that every other girl wants him but can't have him because he's ours. However, if a person like this were to come into our lives, I think we would definitely be in it for the long run as we say things like 'which is a start' meaning we are planning to work on him until he truly becomes our perfect man.
Tale 3: We are all pub going alcoholics who have seen what Jack has done, silently judging him for his actions, sitting in our semicircle, staring at him, never confronting him but always reminding him of his mistakes, egging his inner demons on.
Tale 4: It is a bit unclear, to me, what exactly my character is in this tale because as we all may be the inner thoughts of this teenager, we are also isles and counters and onlookers while they are interacting, from sitting on the road, to sitting on the sides, observing the loneliness.
Tale 5: We are all the same character again, apart from Aaron and Susannah who are our parents. We are all a teenager who probably thinks unhealthy relationships ranging from domestic violence, to one where one gets screamed at for trying to do the right thing, are normal. We can sense the tension but try to ignore it best we can, because that is what we have been taught. We know more than we can comprehend, we know what is happening, we just choose to try to lighten the mood by adding humour to what we are saying. We know what is right, like our mother, but also like her, we are too afraid to do anything until we are confronted with her personally.
Tale 7: I think my character is quite passive aggressive, not wanting to take any more racial abuse from others. But never do anything so big that it would attract attention to myself. My character is clearly angry, probably feeling outnumbered by my father not letting me work in the shop anymore because I stood up for my self. There is a clear amount of anger that I can not let out because it may endanger myself and others, and this small outburst being pushed away is not letting me vent in a healthy way.
Line Objectives:
'Yesterday's stories that the rain might wash away.' - making the comment of how frail she is, maybe because I wants to take care of her because I never got the chance with my own grandmother or simply because my character is very empathetic and wants to help.
'But then a plate breaks ... Against the dividing wall between our house and theirs.' - maybe unintentionally adding to the awkwardness of the situation by fumbling around with their words, adding to the tension just by trying to explain what is happening.
'That's seven forty-one please.' - the feeling of triumph over the racist bulldog man, being together as a family. Having the feeling that they could do anything in that moment if they set their minds to it.
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