Activity 5.1 – Character creation Big F

Activity 5.1 –    Character creation       Big F

Big F showered, reckoned this was the first time he been clean since the crash, well clean physically. For this new life was his apology, dead that’s how he saw himself, a token ghost for those millions whose life he had stolen from under them. Then Mousy showed-up, poor kid. He wanted to cradle her, take away the whitened slapped face that presented itself to him as he listened to the world service on his dusty old radio. She had recoiled at the sight of him, he didn’t blame her, but he knew hard work and how to win over. Busying Himself he fixed together two boxes, cut’em into one for her. Though his self-awareness grew under her sore eyes, awkward, his blacked body and smelly rags barely covered him, she winced again at his zipless trousers; humiliated he hurried to cover himself up. Before he didn’t care, but the fire in his jellied eyes was lit, Redemption stood before him, a healer; oh how he needed one of them. In return for his box making she got him some underwear and clothes, and the little money left paid for his shower in Paddington Station.
Big F stared in the mirror then started shaving, he hated looking at his face, his once smooth skin was broken and blotched, but there were still hints. He’d fight for her, as father figure or lover he didn’t care; for his heart no longer felt heavy and cold, stealing her silver locket back was redemption's first step. Getting presentable now, Big F smiled, he felt his system rearm bullets into both barrels, his cut-throat know-how gleamed from his grand city education of all the way down, no not down… over, over to being one of the dirty box sleeping nobodies. Yeh he smiled feeling his mind become like a jar of sharpened pencils. Starting with Mousy, with this beatin’up kid he’d make amends… he finished shaving and tears fell, could saving this one child really make-up for what he’d done to the world?