for my creative writing II class, i took a few of those character interviews, and i combined it into one, more indepth one. and since it was an exercise to develop characters from third-person to first, i chose garron. keep in mind that i wrote with the thought that people who don't know the story arc were going to be reading it, so it's somewhat vague in parts.
and realized that he's boring. ::laughs::
anyway, here it is:
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GARRON'S INTERVIEW
It's 2 a.m. Where are you likely to be?
Probably asleep, unless I'm in the middle of some book where the people are all about to die unless they catch the insane monster about to kill them. That, or I just finished a horror comic, and I'm afraid to go to sleep.
I read this one once where a kid slept with his arm over the edge of the bed, and a monster grabbed him and dragged him down into this hellish parallel universe, where he ended up gutted every night for eternity, never dying or being shown mercy. I was ten when I read that, and took years to get to where I didn't have to have the blankets tucked up all around me before I could sleep.
Your most prized possession?
Depends. One of my favorites in my old school Nintendo Gameboy Pocket. I bet I've beaten every game I have more than three times over, and some I've borrowed off friends a couple of times.
And, don't tell anyone I told you this, not even Alex knows, but… I still have this stuffed Ninja Turtle from when I was six. I keep Raphael in a box under my bed all the way in the back, just in case my brother decides to be a dick and snoop in my shit.
Weapon of choice?
I'm normally a pacifist--do anything to avoid a fight with someone, really--but… if it came down to it, I wouldn't feel right with guns or knives. I guess I'd be the type to wrap string or wire about someone's neck from behind.
Makes me a coward, doesn't it?
Ever killed anyone? Thought about it?
No. Never even really thought about killing anyone in particular, but I have had thoughts about killing some faceless person. Kinda cold calculation, like. What would I do? How would I do it? What would I do with the body when I was done with it? That kinda thing. Comes from reading serial murder nonfiction.
What's your guilty pleasure?
I have this thing where I like to watch people as they sleep. I used to watch Alex sometimes, only that had the edge of fear that he'd wake up and beat the crap outta me… kinda made it exciting. Sometimes, I watch Wyatt when he's sleeping, because it's really rare for me that I'm up when he isn't. He never sleeps.
That, and it's ok for me to touch him when he's sleeping. Not that I can't when he's awake, but I can touch him then and not have him have to respond. Selfish of me, yeah.
Got anything to declare?
People who do drugs scare me more than the thought of monsters dragging me down into a hellish underverse. Had an uncle who did cocaine a lot and he overdosed when I was eight and Alex was just about ten. I liked him a lot. Everyone knew he did drugs, and nobody ever talked about it, but I asked him once why he did.
I've forgotten now what he said, and that's depressing.
How old are you?
I'm seventeen, and a sophomore. I was supposed to be a junior this year, but like I said when I met Wyatt, I'd been held back fourth grade because I skipped a lot of school. There was this kid who used to… well, he used to call me a lot of things, and it got the other kids doing the same thing, and I used to skive off a lot after the bus dropped me and Alex off.
Mom thrashed me with her snake belt when she found out they were holding me back, but I never told her why I left so much. Just said I got bored at school. It was easier being with another set of kids, although I got shit all the time for being 'a stupid retard', having to repeat a grade.
Height?
I'm shorter than either Wyatt or Alex. Last time I had a physical, I was 5'4. I really don't think I've gotten much taller since then. Dad is really short though, so it's probably his fault.
Favorite flavor of ice cream?
I'm a big personal fan of chocolate, or any variation of that. Things like sherbet can be good too, sometimes, although I meet a lot of people who don't believe me about that sort of thing. Dunno why, really.
Believe in an afterlife? Extraterrestrial?
Well, I can't say anything for believing that there's an afterlife, but it's something I'd like to believe in. a lot of people say that--I think it's because we're scared of dying and not existing anymore. I'm not so sure I care about that… I mean, if I don't exist anymore, how can I be offended? I just like to think that this life here is worth something later. Like stock that doesn't go anywhere NOW but that in fifty or a hundred years will be worth millions.
As for aliens… well, there's a lot of fucking space out there, how can there not be something?!
Ever destroyed anything out of blind rage?
When I finally realized that Wyatt made money by selling drugs, I really lost it. I destroyed our friendship, our relationship, because I was scared and angry. Both for him and against him.
How could he sell drugs?! They're evil, they mess people up and everyone around them. If he sells them, what's to say he wouldn't ever take them. He could be arrested, he could kill somebody, he could be killed--by himself, or a deal gone bad, or whatever.
I said and did a lot of things I'm no longer proud of, and it took us ages to get back to a level of trust we had before then.
Favorite place? Go there often?
My favorite place was, and always will be, the library. I love small ones, and those huge ones found on university campuses. I'd like to go to D.C. and go to the Library Of Congress and just gawp at it. I wouldn't even have to touch or read anything, just look.
I used to go to the small one in my hometown, and that's where I made my two closest friends before my family moved and I met Wyatt. Bo and Carlton were… are… the best people ever. They understood things about me without having to say them, and for someone as shy and backwards as me, that's the hugest relief. And when I brought Wyatt to visit them, for less than half an hour even, they understood what he meant to me, and they didn't say anything. They didn't have to.
Ok, maybe my favorite place is influenced more by the people than the location. But still….