Well, I
did the first exercise, I know it’s not much but it’s done. I have committed to
the job at hand. The question went something like…
Now write another couple of paragraphs from the perspective of either a Burglar, an old acquaintance you haven’t seen for ages or a child.
So here’s
my answer, I am fully aware thatbI didn't follow the brief but as I'm not actually on a course I feel I can allow myself some lattitude. Please feel free to comment or to write your own entry. I will read and comment on everything.
Exercise
one - The room.
A castle cold hall and sweeping stone steps lead to the door. I pull it open and drag out some of the swallowing darkness from within. The rectangle of black set in a hospital white wall has a softness to it, if I shut my eyes I could find it by negative sonar. Here in the hall sounds rattle around the hard walls but inside they're embraced. Once spoken, words leave no trace but in mind of those who hear them. I advance into the dark and it engulfs me. Some absurd design means that, from this side of the auditorium the lights cannot be switched on, one must make one’s way down the rake to just in front of the stage. I take a tentative step forwards and as my eyes begin to adjust I can pick out points of light from surfaces reflecting the weak light of the open door. They guide me down the gentle slope.
As I advance
along the cushioned carpet, all sound absorbed, a percussive bang accompanies
total darkness. Two of my senses now have nothing to work with and imagination
fills the gaps. The brush of something against my leg or a shadow moving
between rows of seats impossibly darker than lightless theatre in which I
stand. It is as if the absence of light and sound has filled the hall
with some other stuff. My sense of the closeness of things is overwhelming, the
space is thick around me. Steeling myself I push through it with tentative
steps. I freeze at a light clatter from ahead, it is almost nothing, no louder
than a few paperclips knocked from a table. My eyes and ears redouble their efforts
but there is no further input. I reason that backstage is so full of props that
the door slamming must have breached some tipping point and set
something to fall some twenty or so seconds later. Resuming my stuttering walk,
I arrive at the stage, the toe of my shoe hitting the steps at its side. I
switch on the lights and a sea of rippling red velour becomes illuminated, I'm
alone, of course, nonetheless I breathe out my relief and head up the stage
steps to get my props together. The thrill of being here alone is always worth
an early start.
The
Burglar
In the
United Kingdom, there are few places to get hold of a pistol, either workable
or decommissioned. Off the top of his head James could think of just five. There
was the army, police, gun clubs, film
and theatre sets. He had little interest in robbing the first three and of the
last two film sets were tricky because they often had their own 'Film star'
security. That left a theatre and this one was in the middle of a period wartime
production with guns in half the scenes.
He'd
enjoyed going to the play, that wasn't something he'd expected. The story wove
around a girl and three guys, each of whom were on the front line and each
returning on leave at different times. Inevitably the war ends and they all
come home at the same time. It turned out that just when she thought it was all
going to kick off they revealed that they were brothers with a penchant for
sharing.
Relieved
to be at the door of the auditorium, the bright and airy hall having mockingly
echoed his every step, he opened up to complete darkness. 'Thank god' he
stepped in pulling the door closed behind him.
A pencil
light helped him down to the stage and he climbed up at the side. The darkness
was his friend here, no one did legitimate work in complete darkness. In fact,
no one should be here for over an hour although that was still cutting it fine.
It shouldn't matter, according the stage hand he'd chatted to there were no
dressing rooms to speak of, most of the changes were done just behind the set.
A quick in and out job, find two pistols to recommission and they’d be set up
for the Chelsea job. Having picked his way past the set and through the front
door of 'her' house, he surveyed the space. Christ, it was total chaos back
here. How does anyone work like this? The first pistol was easy to find, gun
belt lazily slung over a chair back. He briefly considered taking the belt too
but he couldn’t see a use for it. Finding the second had proven more difficult,
he was sure that each of the brothers had a different gun. One would appear on
stage only moments after the other, passing one gun around would be ridiculous.
He spied a small, patch of brown leather as he passed the torch beam over piles
of clothes on the floor and investigated. That was it, second gun secured he
immediately headed for the exit.
The door
of the auditorium opened, James froze, ‘who the…?’ the question stalled in his
mind as he searched for a way out, he realised that he’d shoved his hand over the
torch beam and switched it off now. The only way he knew for sure was back past
the figure. Looking out of a ‘set window’ and up the aisle he saw a square of
white against the black wall where a figure appeared. It advanced down the
aisle and after a few paces he noticed the white square dwindling until it
vanished with a loud bang.
James's
hand reflexively moved to the hammer stowed in his jacket pocket. He'd needed
it to get into service door at the side of the theatre. The notoriously poor
security at theatres was thankfully true to form. His eyes were now fully
adjusted to the dark and he could just make out a man’s figure stumbling away
from the back of the room. He must be going for the lights, James had to move,
turning he clipped a clothes rack setting a couple of hangers rattling 'damn
it'. He concealed himself in the wings and saw that the figure must have frozen
but was just now getting moving again. The man was still moving towards the
stage, reasonable then to assume he hadn’t
been alerted. The lights came on and James blinked several times to adjust to
the glare. The man he now recognised as one of the 'brothers', came up the
stairs. Hammer in hand James waited for the actor to pass in front of him.
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