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 Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 7:39 am
Richard and Other Thoughts
Hello there! Welcome to my sort-of quest thread.
I say 'sort-of' because, um, I like a lot of shows and movies and
have no idea who I actually want to end up with. My intention here
is to get my current ideas documented and perhaps ask for real
shopkeeper feedback if I get up the nerve. XD
This thread is: being revamped!
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 7:45 am
contents
intro
contents
richard hannay
possible guardian
old concepts
three reserved posts
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 7:48 am
Richard Hannay concept image goes here somedayName of Concept:
Richard Hannay
Sex:
Male
Guardian:
coming...
Production Influence:
The 39 Steps - official show site here
Watch the movie here, even though my version of this kid won't be based on the movie version.
Scene from Production:
coming...
Personality:
Upon first meeting him, Richard seems to share many personality traits with your average straight-laced, stodgy, and occasionally naive middle-aged man (yes, even as a child). He often finds himself bored with normal, mundane existence, and he yearns for the idea of adventure while being terrified of the actuality of it. That being said, Richard shows another side of his personality altogether when caught up in the very adventure he's so afraid of. He's quick-witted in a pinch, and gets out of a lot of messy situations on autopilot, which is handy, since strange and exciting things are prone to springing up around him without warning. Ultimately, Richard is searching for stability and love, but he certainly won't realize that's the case until the right combination of those things smack him in the face. Literally.
Detailed Appearance:
Pale skin, hazel eyes, short, sandy hair that darkens to a nondescript light brown as he ages, tweed three-piece suit, glass of scotch tea.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 7:51 am
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 7:54 am
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 7:55 am
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 7:57 am
Old Concepts Quote: Katurian Katurian Katurian concept image goes here somedayCharacter synopsis:
coming...
Name of Concept:
Katurian Katurian Katurian
Sex:
Male
Production Influence:
The Pillowman - wikipedia entry here
Scene from Production:
This scene is very long, but I feel it is one of the most telling and important scenes in the play. If I decide to go for Katurian, I will likely cut it down or pick another scene, but for now I've typed this one in its entirety. Copy and paste it somewhere else to read, I suppose, unless you have Super Eyes(tm).Katurian sits on a child's bed in a child's room, surrounded by toys, paints, paper and pens. Next door, there is a nearly identical room, but it is padlocked and the only light that illuminates it is bouncing from the other lights on the stage that are directed elsewhere. The two rooms are adjoined by the padlocked door. Katurian narrates this whole story, playing himself as a child opposite a woman draped in diamonds (his mother) and a man with a well-maintained goatee and glasses (his father).
Katurian
Once upon a time there was a little boy upon whom his mother and father showered nothing but love, kindness, warmth, all that stuff. He had his own little room in a big house in the middle of a pretty forest. He wanted for nothing: all the toys in the world were his; all the paints, all the books, paper, pens. All the seeds of creativity were implanted in him from an early age and it was writing that became his first love: short stories, fairy tales, little novels, all happy, colorful things about bears and piglets and angels and so forth, and some of them were good, and some of them were very good. His parents' experiment had worked. The first part of his parents' experiment had worked.
Katurian's mother and father, after kissing him and fussing over him, make their way to the locked room, disappearing into the shadows there.
It was the night of his seventh birthday that the nightmares first started. The room next door to his own room had always been kept bolted and padlocked for reasons the boy was never quite sure of but never questioned until the low whirring of drills, the scritchety-scratch of bolts being tightened, the dull fizz of unknown things electrical, and the muffled screams of a small gagged child began to emanate through its thick brick walls. On a nightly basis.
Katurian's mother reenters the room to tuck Katurian in for the night. He pitches his voice up like a childish version of himself to speak to her.
"What were all those noises last night, Mama?" (normal voice) he'd ask, after each long, desperate, sleepless night, to which his mother would ever reply...
Mother
Oh little Kat, that's just your wonderful but overactive imagination playing tricks on you.
Katurian
(boy's voice)
Oh. Do all little boys of my age hear such sounds of abomination nightly?
Mother
No, my darling. Only the extraordinarily talented ones.
Katurian
(boy's voice)
Oh. Cool.
Katurian's mother leaves his room again, disappearing back into the dark room. Katurian speaks in his normal voice for the remainder of the monologue.
And that was that. And the boy kept on writing, and his parents kept encouraging him with the utmost love, but the sounds of the whirrs and screams kept going on...
The lights in the darkened room flash and strobe, as if being lit by someone who's welding. In the choppy bursts of light, one can see a child of about eight, strapped to the bed, being tortured with drills and other horrifying, sparking tools. This sequence seems to be a split second, but definitely leaves an impact. By the time Katurian starts to speak again, the room is dark.
...and his stories got darker and darker and darker. They got better and better, due to all the love and encouragement, as is often the case, but they got darker and darker, due to the constant sound of child-torture, as is often the case.
Katurian clears all the toys and paints away, placing them on shelves or in a toy chest against the wall.
It was on the day of his fourteenth birthday, a day he was waiting to hear the results of a story competition he was short-listed for, that a note slipped out from under the door of the locked room...
A white piece of paper slips under the door. The paper is obviously covered with red writing, but the audience can't read what it says.
...a note which read: "They have loved you and tortured me for seven straight years for no reason other than as an artistic experiment, an artistic experiment which has worked. You don't write about little green pigs anymore, do you?" The note was signed 'Your brother', and it was written in blood.
Katurian picks up a conveniently-placed axe and chops his way into the next room.
He axed through the door to find...
The lights in the room finally come up on their own. Mother and Father are alone in the room, surrounded by drills and taped noises similar to the ones that were previously coming from the room.
...his parents sitting in there, smiling, alone; his father doing some drill noises; his mother doing some muffled screams of a gagged child; they had a little pot of pig's blood between them, and his father told him to look at the other side of the blood-written note. The boy did, and found out he'd won the fifty-pounds first prize in the short-story competition. They all laughed. The second part of his parents' experiment was complete.
Mother and Father stroll back into Katurian's room as they laugh. They lie down on Katurian's bed side by side and the lights fade on them.
They moved house soon after that and though the nightmare sounds had ended, his stories stayed twisted but good, and he was able to thank his parents for the weirdness they'd put him through, and years later, on the day that his first book was published, he decided to revisit his childhood home for the first time since he'd left. He idled around his old bedroom, and all the toys and paints still littered around there...
Katurian enters the adjoining room, and as he speaks he sits on the bed.
...then he went into the room beside it that still had the old dusty drills and padlocks and electrical cord lying around, and he smiled at the insaanity of the very idea of it all, but he lost his smile when he came across...
Katurian looks down at the mattress. It's lumpy. He pulls it off to reveal the horrific corpse of a child.
...the corpse of a fourteen-year-old child that had been left to rot in there, barely a bone of which wasn't broken or burned, in whose hand there lay a story, scrawled in blood. And the boy read that story, a story that could only have been written under the most sickening of circumstances, and it was the sweetest, gentlest thing he'd ever come across, but what was even worse, it was better than anything he himself had ever written. Or ever would.
Katurian pulls out a lighter and sets the story alight. It burns away in a flash, leaving no ash.
So he burnt the story, and he covered his brother back up, and he never mentioned a word of what he had seen to anybody. Not to his parents, not to his publishers, not to anybody. The final part of his parents' experiment was over.
The lights fade in the adjoining room, but rise again in the room where Katurian's parents lay sleeping on his bed.
Katurian's story "The Writer and the Writer's Brother" ended there in fashionably downbeat mode, without touching upon the equally downbeat but somewhat more self-incriminating details of the truer story, that after he'd read the blood-written note and broken into the next-door room it was, of course...
Katurian reenters his brother's room, and the corpse sits bolt upright in bed, looking dazed and breathing heavily.
...his brother he found there, alive, as such, but brain-damaged beyond repair, and that that night, whilst his parents were sleeping, the fourteen-year-old birthday boy held a pillow over his father's head for a little while...
Katurian suffocates his father with a pillow. His body spasms and then he dies. Katurian taps his mother on the shoulder. She opens her eyes sleepily into the face of her dead husband.
...and, after waking her a moment just to let her see her dead blue husband, he held a pillow over his mother's head for a little while too.
Katurian, his face blank, holds the same pillow over his mother's head as she screams. She flails wildly, but Katurian forcefully keeps the pillow down, as the lights slowly fade to black.Personality:
If you had to use one word to describe Katurian, it would be imaginative. If you could add a few more, they might be creative, introverted, defensive, naive, and mildly disturbed.
There's more coming, I just haven't written it yet.
Appearance:
Pale indoor bookworm caucasian skin; dark brown eyes; dark brown, loosely curled hair, slightly longer than close-cropped, like it was cut short and left to grow out a bit. Katurian appears perpetually turned-in - everything from his shoulders to his toes seems to be directed toward his navel. He wears plain clothing, simple t-shirts covered with sweaters, khakis, boat shoes. He's tall for a kid (for a teenager and adult as well) and lanky, which only makes his unconscious posture more noticeable.
Character pros:
I adore this show too, but for different reasons than I love The 39 Steps. For one, it's much darker, which I'll address in Cons.
I think I would have as much fun writing Katurian's stories as I would Richard's adventures.
Character cons:
Kat is very odd and the show he comes from is very dark. I almost can't conceive of how he would act as a child, which would be a problem since I'd have to play him as one.
I already named a B/C kid of mine Katurian. XD Not really a problem, since they wouldn't be interacting, I've just never had two characters named the same thing before. Quote: Mr. Marmalade concept image goes here somedayCharacter synopsis:
Mr. Marmalade, from the play of the same name, is 4-year-old Lucy's cocaine abusing, cruel, unstable imaginary friend. His personality and moods change by the minute, which is why I haven't filled that section out yet. If Marmalade was a real person, one might be able to convince themselves there was a nugget of goodness under all the insanity, but his status as imaginary man makes it seem unlikely that he is ever truly sorry for the things he does and the people he hurts.
Name of Concept:
Mr. Marmalade
Sex:
Male
Production Influence:
Mr. Marmalade
Scene from Production:
Coming as soon as I type it out.
Personality:
Coming.
Appearance:
In the performance I saw, he was just a guy in a suit, but I would like to give him some subtle supernatural characteristics, considering that he is an imaginary friend and has no description in the script besides that suit. It wouldn't be anything drastic, since he's supposed to embody a sort of hard-partying 80s businessman, but I might give him funky-colored eyes or smoke for hair or something. I'm thinking about it.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 8:00 am
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 8:02 am
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 8:03 am
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