I asked my character Jonas if he’d do an interview for me to help get to know him. He agreed, but it didn’t go well. I might have to think up some new questions and try again tomorrow.
I walk into the room where Jonas sits casually leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, finger tips lightly touching. Before he acknowledges me, I see that he is observant, thoughtful but not deep in thought, and wary without being jumpy. He knows I’m there, but chooses not to react for a few moments.
He greets me with a friendly smile and a lift of his chin. I take my seat across from him. He leans back in his chair, a casual lounge, hands resting lightly on his thighs. Waiting to proceed.
What do you do for a living?
I’m a lieutenant in the Quaven army. I help keep Quaver safe from the likes of Turhmosians and Aenuks.
Are any other people living with you? Who are they?
I’ve been living with Aris for the last year. He’s sort of a father figure to me, I guess. He’s kept me out o’ trouble. [he smiles a smile that I would be tempted to label ‘cheeky’]
Tell me about your parents. How well do/did you get along with them?
[his face darkens and he leans forward again, resuming the pose he held when I entered] My parents are dead. I hardly knew them.
What was your birth order? How many siblings did you have? Older? Younger?
[face set, flat stare]
You don’t want to talk about it?
I’ll take that as a ‘no’, then.
Who else was in your family while you were growing up? How did you get along with them?
I’m just asking what’s on the page.
[silence and a stare that suggests I move on]
What were three things you liked to do when you were a child?
[his jaw begins to work]
Activities. What did you like to do? I don’t need to know who with.
[he leans back in his seat again, one arm hooked over the back, and shrugs] My father was a general in the army. We played like we were soldiers. My ma liked her garden, so I suppose I did, too. We lived on a farm. I dunno. I liked takin’ the horses out, I guess.
Were you the good guy or bad guy? (OK, I admit, I improvised, here)
[smiles] I was the youngest, so Braph- [his face clouds and he stands, staring daggers at me then jabs a finger in my direction] Don’t you do that! I ain’t here to talk about him.
[I’m not sure what to say. He’s a little scary when he’s angry].
Fuck this. [he walks from the room. interview over.]