character development in the subway
Did you ever notice that there much more crazy people in big cities? Well, yesterday I was on the subway here in Berlin and was suddenly surrounded by all sorts of strange characters. It was about 8pm on a Friday night and I was on my way home from buying a new desk. So we had:
- the junkie
- the dog
- the dog hater
- the dog owners
- the dog lover
- the homeless man
- the bottle collector
- the asshole
- the friend of the asshole
Now, let me just paint the picture for you:
1. the junkie
He looked almost young, but he had extremely weird bags under his eyes that were as pale as the rest of his skin. He had unwashed thin brown hair that almost reached his shoulders. He was wearing mascara combined with army boots, black jeans, a brown leather jacket of indefinite age, mismatching ski gloves – one brown one black – , a weird black women’s hat with a grey hatband behind which he had stuffed a tea spoon. He had also over-sized yellow children’s sunglasses lying on the rim of the hat that suggest his origin in the punk scene. Apart from that he sported the most bored look imaginable that would still dart from one person to the next.
2. the dog
An old female German shepherd’s dog with brown fur, slightly hanging ears and rather melancholic eyes. Several times she tried to escape out of the grip of the male dog owner.
3. the dog hater
Arab with a white beard who was sitting down. As soon as he saw the dog standing next to him he reacted as if he was offended, stood up and left.
4. the dog owners
A man and a woman. He sported indefinite male looks with indefinite clothes, rather indiscriminate. He was standing and kept the dog locked between his legs. The woman was blond with chin long hair, a Scandinavian face, boots and a good coat. Both youngish, probably early 30s. She sometimes started talking to the dog and made noises to get her attention.
5. the dog lover
Indefinite male character, starts asking questions about the dog, for example whether he is afraid. The owner now starts making sure that the stranger knows that the dog is female. A quick superficial comment of the dog lover says that it looks as if the dog was afraid, since the male dog owner has to keep her between his legs.
6. the homeless man
He is far to the left, so I neither see his face nor his clothes. He sports a slurring voice that suggests how unhealthy it must be to live out there in the street while it’s as cold as it is now. He desperately tries to sell his homeless magazine for the price of “only 1.50€” and “maybe you can also spare a few cents so that I can wash my clothes”. When the homeless man gets onto the subway the other passengers scurry away as if they were dealing with a leper. I can hear their thoughts “Oh god, I hope he doesn’t touch me.”
7. the bottle collector
The reaction of the passengers to him is similar to that towards the homeless man. They scurry in all directions when he sits down, the female dog owner gets up and the bottle collector takes her place. He has a little shopping cart, like the ones old ladies use, and a plastic bag from a cheap supermarket is tied to its handle. It gets dislodged several times and falls to the side, which he is trying to prevent while mumbling to himself. When he got the bag under control he puts his hand deep into the shopping cart as if he was artificially inseminating a cow and produces a bottle of beer. It is obvious by now that he’s staggeringly drunk. He gets the bottle opener out of a front pocket of the shopping cart fiddling a long time to find the pocket, finding the bottle opener in the pocket and struggling not to let it slip out of his hand. After he has opened the bottle the opener disappears more quickly back to its original place. The unshaven face of the bottle collector scrounges up as if he’s eating a lemon when he is drinking from the bottle. Apparently he doesn’t like beer. A shame really, since that’s all he can afford.
8. the asshole
He is wrapped in stylish attire, or what he thinks that entails. Padded running shoes that honestly look silly, but which are probably incredibly expensive, jeans of a tight, but not too tight fit, with the tag of one of the expensive brands, a jacket that is hardly enough for the weather but looks expensive. His face is red, as if he’s too warm or on weird drugs. He’s young, but older than his friend, maybe 25. Short spiky hair cut with about a ton of hair gel in it, eyebrow piercing. He probably has a distasteful tattoo somewhere under his clothes too. Every couple of minutes he speaks on his smartphone which is for some reason pink. First I think that he might be gay since he’s paying too much attention to his clothes, but then he doesn’t quite have the right style and shouts too loudly while he’s speaking on the phone. After his first phone conversation he says to his friend. “That was my half girlfriend. You met my proper one, but you gotta meet her too, she’s gorgeous. A little stupid though.” Yeah, you gotta be talking, idiot! Later on the way out he shouts at random strangers that he finally has arrived. Definitely drugs, but no idea what kind.
9. the friend of the asshole
He sports the gangster style, baggie clothes, instead of a coat he wears one of those sports jumpers into which two guys of his stature would fit. He has a baseball cap sideways on his head. About 18, seems almost shy, but he might be played down by his cocky friend. His comments are short and I can’t hear them from where I am sitting. When they leave the train he trots behind the other guy like a silent shadow.
Obviously the junkie, the bottle collector and the asshole left more traces in my memory, but this doesn’t mean that they are good characters for main protagonists. They are too far removed and it’s hard to feel empathy for them without further characterization. I feel compelled by the male dog owner who remained somewhat indefinite, since he didn’t speak and had nothing special about him. Also the friend of the asshole seems worth exploring. How and why does he cope with that cocky bastard? However, these passing characterizations might actually be enough to make a subway ride more vivid, maybe that’s enough already.
So, now I know it: Next time I need some character meat I just get on the subway for a while and watch people.