Okay, this was for screen writing.. An exercise we had to do in class where we had a selection of questions and had to answer them, creating a character and a setting, just for writing purposes and such.
I didn’t actually do this right, but whatever. I grabbed an idea I had for the 90second thing we’re doing that my group’s not using.
It peters off at the end as time ran out and such.
So here’s Jimmy Jones.
Who are you?
Jimmy Jones. Children’s entertainer! I like to think extraordinaire but my conscious keeps telling me otherwise. I really don’t like the devil on my left shoulder and the angel isn’t much better.
Where are you?
Umm.. Well, looking around, it’s supposed to be a kid’s party. But everyone’s dressed in black and looking rather sombre. I’m not hearing kids screaming or yelling or anything.. there’s no balloons or cake or party hats or streamers or anything. Just sad looking people.. and I think there is a wailing woman somewhere over by the drink stand.
What are you wearing?
A clown costume.. and I’m really not sure it’s such a good idea. The people around here are giving me odd looks. Uh.. This is Benny’s birthday party, right?
Why are you here?
Benny’s birthday party, right? He’s six years old and I’m supposed to be here to entertain the kiddies for an hour so the parents can piss off and not worry about the kids for a while. I’m getting paid $50 for this! Charity even! It’s supposed to be Clara’s little nephew and I’m doing it as a favour to her.
What do you want at this moment?
To know why all these people are giving me dirty looks and where all the kids are. Seriously. Did someone die or something?
Maybe I can find Clara or uh.. was it June? Joan? Whateva Benny’s mum’s name is. I really should probably try looking for her and find out what’s going on.
What time of day is it? What season? Year?
It’s about 2:30 in the afternoon, I know I’m a few minutes late, like, maybe what, five minutes at most? It’s really not enough for all these people to be quite so glaring and angry at me..
It’s summer, kids parties are always better in the summer. We’re not stuck indoors and I don’t have to worry so much about them making a mess and then the parents giving me crap about it afterwards. There’s been more than one mum who’s gone and skimped me half my money because their little ‘angel’ couldn’t possibly of thought to smash that crystal vase sitting on the unstable dining room side table if it weren’t for the silly clown making their kid run round in circles. Seriously lady, who on earth are you kidding?
It’s this year of course. I’m turning 26 and feeling fine! God.. where is my life going?
What is the weather like?
Sunny! Really nice bright happy sunny day. It couldn’t get much better even. It’s not too hot, there’s a slight breeze, a couple of little clouds floating by in the sky. Everything’s all bright and green and colourful.. Except for all these people. Who seem to think it’s like the middle of july, freezing cold, miserable sopping wet weather where they all need to hunker down and glower at the world around them while they spread their misery to anyone they can reach..
Umm.. So I should find Clara, right?
Or June, I’ll go look for June, she should be able to tell me what’s going on..
Oh, bother. Some old lady’s coming up to me. One of the one’s that’s been giving me an evil glare since I walked around the side of the house and joined all these lovely people standing around and talking quietly.
…
I should be listening to what she says right? The thing is, I’m just too distracted by these big massive.. THINGS on her face. I don’t know. I’m probably staring. I can’t help it. They’re just so obviously there. Right there in the middle of her face. One hanging under her left eye and the other sitting over her right nostril.. I think there’s hairs growing out of the one on her nostril. Yeah, I’m pretty sure it is.
Has no one told this woman what she looks like? About you know, some sort of medical something to get rid of them? I’m sure there’s a doctor somewhere who could help get rid of those.. I can’t be the only one who’s noticed. Seriously.
..
Oh. She’s noticed me staring. Maybe it’s because she said something..? Oh. Maybe. Uh..
There’s more people glaring at me. Actually. They all seem to be glaring at me.
I really should have been listening to that woman as she spoke. I really think I should of.. really really.
Oh shite.
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Okay. So now I’m sitting on the gutter next to the ‘clowncar’ which is really just some old beaten up piece of shite car that’s got a really cheap paint job on it done by a friend of a friend of a cousin of a friend, which I’m sure started peeling the moment he walked off, nursing my head and wondering where those green elephants came from.
Yes, green elephants. I’m not kidding you.
I see weird things sometimes.. I probably should see someone about it. But every time I take myself to a shrink’s office something happens that pretty much convinces me that staying there and seeing the shrink’d be the worse option of simply leaving and learning to deal with these things on my own. Sure you could say this is just my mind trying to convince me I’m okay or some bogus crap like that.. But really, if you saw the weird ass shite I saw in those plain glass, white wall waiting rooms.. You’d run like as hell as well.
Admittedly, the green blob with the four eyes and the brittish accept was rather friendly. He was attached to this little girl with pigtails and wide staring eyes who kept mouthing like a fish. She was.. stranger than the blob even. The Blob who was named Barry really was less off putting than the little girl. Then again, the mother of the little girl kept giving me these odd looks that didn’t help things.. Maybe it was because I was talking to Barry and sitting fairly close to her and the girl.
Anyway. Green elephants, right?
