Tuesday, February 27, 2007
my fictional character
My character, Octavio Edmonson O'duny, goes by the name BRAH. If you ask him what his name is, he will simply say " you can call me BRAH, man," in his Carribean accent. He was born in the island of Barbados and took a ship to the country illegally. He lives the life of a hobo even though he has a lot of money in the bank, which he uses mainly for eating and drinking. He likes to travel through cities doing the craziest things, climbing walls and running through alleys, while his dreadlocks shake all around. His father was born in Senegal and his mother was born in the Philippines. They met about 42 years ago in Barbados, and, without reason, left BRAH on his own when he was 4 years old. Over the last thirty six years he has grown into an independent man who can make the most out of what is given to him. He chooses to live a life of solitude, and no one can really understand him, thinking that he is crazy. He also likes to, every now and then, sit down on benches and sidewalks and tell the most random stories to anyone who wants to listen.
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Uncle Chik Chaq and Brah have related to each other the day that they met in Bank Wood. They are both homeless story tellers that love to talk and laugh together. They typically sit on a park bench waiting for any random person that will hear one of their stories of there past. Uncle Chik Chaq and Brah met when Brah came to Bank Wood from Barbados, They instantly related because of their societal status and talkitive personalities. Uncle Chik Chaq showed the younger Brah the ropes of Bank Wood by showing him the tricks on how to live the homeless life style that they were both stuck in. From that time on Brah and Uncle Chik Chaq are almost inseparable. Brah is the only person in the whole town that knows something deeper than the stories Uncle Chik Chaq tells. Event though Brah lives a life of solitude he can still tell stories with Chik Chaq right?
Shuya was walking down the street towards the food mart when he heard Brah telling a story. Shuya loves to listen to other people so he was exicted to meet someone new
Brah was out, drunk, running around shaking your dreads and I (on the top floor of the Hotel) yell at you to stop "hootin and hollarin'! and go to bed!" You refuse to stop and so go to my drawer and pull out my old 45 revolver and yell, "If you don't stop now then I gonna shoot you!" You yell something at me and take a shot, miss. And another, miss. I go back to bed, too tired to deal wih this "nonsense" while you are ranting at my in your Carribean accent. Thus creating a feud between you and my old white republican self.
(The story that Shuya hears) I remember a young man when I spent a week in Trinidad. He worked at an apple stand, peeling apples on his machine for a livin. I remember the piles of peelings at his feet, tha red, tha gold, and tha green art that piled up under his machine.. it was beautiful.... made me want ta go a surfin on tha beach!!! So I did!!! ahhhhhhhhaaaaaaahahaa
Hey man I couldn't help but notice you around my neighborhood. You seem to be very nice because I talked to you the other day. I was leaving the field after another grueling day of my dad's attempt to get me to be an all-star football athlete. I was wearing my little pads and we got the talking about where my heart really is set. I told him about my passion for playing the saxophone and that all I wanted to do was be in a band and get better at sax. He told me that I should follow my heart even if it takes me away apart from my father. Although it was hard to understand all this "where my heart stuff is" because I was only a kid, I knew that he was just telling me not to give up saxophone. Anyways, good talking to you and maybe I will see you again in the park.
-Jerry Rice Jr.
Nukie spots this weird looking old man who he perfers not to see. Nukie is wigged out by this dude. He doesnt know his name but he thinks his name is Brah. Story teller? He feels story tellers have no purpose in life.... none at all. "Get a life" is what Nukie feels. Even though Nukie is some what poor he is not no hobo and cant stand them. Nukie sells druugs to hobos Brah might be one of thim. Brah is allegal and Nukie wants him out! Out of the place he feels he should not be in.
ahhhaaaaaahaaaaha
10 shots of whiskey to warm me up!!!! Jamaica Jamaica!!!! I wanna be Jamaica!!
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