11/24/09
Caricature - Cassie
At the appointed time I returned to Miss Havisham's. I had expected my ring at the gate to bring out Estella, but this time I encountered nothing such. I again rang the bell, but again the household took no notice of me.
I was about to take my leave when a stranger girl walked hurriedly up to the gate to admit me. She was small, and came no higher than my shoulder. She held herself as if she was watched contemptuously by another. She looked around as if this other would abruptly come from no-where, to yell, or shout, or scold.
She hastily admitted me, analyzing me between glancing about.
"Miss Havisham has sent for me, Miss", I assured the girl. She stood looking at me, and, of course, I stood looking at her.
"I am sure", she returned. "If you would follow me, Mr. Pip."
I followed. "If I could ask where Miss Estella is presently?"
The girl stopped before me. Presently her eyes filled with both anguish and alarm.
"You there, little wretch! Who gave you leave to prowl about?" screeched Estella behind me as she took hold of my arm.
I turned, in her direction; she held me for a moment still before releasing me. "She did... Miss --"; I turned again to the direction of the stranger girl, who had by now taken leave.
"Never mind", said she, condescendingly. "You are to come this way to-day."
Allan's Caricature!
This character is going Preston Scrimshaff. He is going to enter the story as a poor street boy in
He was not well built, hadn’t had a good nights’ sleep in weeks, not the happiest, and can’t do much. Not very clean, intelligent. Opposite of Pip.
This character will twitch his eyes around every now and then, and stutters when he talks. This is because he is constantly on the lookout, as if he is hiding from someone. He stutters because he is always nervous, and is not sure what to say, and because he lacks confidence.
Dialogue:
Pip: What ho then!
Pip: Am I to be under the presumption that you were trying to relieve me of my pocket monies?
Pip: Well then, in that case, I will have to report you to the Law. We shan’t have petty thieves in
Pip: Now, I can’t be sure of that!
Pip: Well then, in that case, I will have to report you to the Law. We shan’t have petty thieves in
Pip: Now, I can’t be sure of that!
Pip: Well then, in that case, I will have to report you to the Law. We shan’t have petty thieves in
Jenny's Caricature
From the perspective of Pip:
During my tenure in
I was quickly taken aback when a raggedy young boy crashed into me. Stumbling back to his feet and dusting the soil from his grubby worn out trousers, the excitable young lad quickly took notice of me. Winking at me, he gave a cheerful “Hallo! Wot s’a gentleman like you doin’ down in here gallows?”
The boy was not older than me, although he was far less tall. His hair was rumpled, as if he had the grave misfortune of encountering Uncle Pumblechook, and his teeth were crooked as if a fight had not gone in his favor. He was not plump, no, quite the opposite really, and reeked of the smell of street urchins.
“Good evening”, I said, trying to sound polite, “perhaps I could ask you the same thing sir. What brings you to Newgate Prison this evening?”
The boy burst into a fit of laugher, being so overcome as to hold onto the lamp post for support. Wiping tears from his eyes, the boy said, “Why I come ‘ere all nights old chap!” I stared at him, unable to comprehend why one would willingly subject himself to such a bizarre hobby.
“You see,” the boy continued, winking once more, “the sight of ‘em criminals getting wot’s comin’ to ‘em, it’s a loverly sight. You see, I want to be a deliv’rer of justice someday, mayhaps a judge and whatnot.”
“Good luck”, I said, genuinely. You see, to my younger self, the boy was just like me: one who was trying to rise from his commonness to become something respected in society, and I couldn’t help but feel a little sympathetic.
“Thankee!” said the boy, winking once more, “it’s not evr’yday that I get ‘em blessings from a gentleman! Anywho, it’s time for me to part.”
As I watched him running through the crowd, I suddenly realized that I did not know his moniker. I quickly dashed after him, finally catching up to him to ask “kind sir, what name do you go by?”
The boy looked at me and said, “Wembley, pleased to make your acquaintance!” We shook hands and went our separate ways.
Caricature – Michael Kan
(From Pip’s view)
I found my way into
Suddenly, the robed man stopped and turned sharply, in my direction. He broke into a dash and I had not enough time to react. Without hesitating, he lunged forward and pushed me into a door, before I even lifted a finger.
“What’s your name?” hissed the robed figure.
Panicking, I blurted out “Pip”.
“Do you have any knowledge about a man named Cephas?”
“No sir.”
The man held me for a second, before releasing me.
“Since you have not screamed for help yet, I assume I shall let you live. My name is Zedock, I’m here for reasons you needn’t know.”
I noticed as he introduced him self, he constantly stretched and relaxed his right hand.
“Do you know the direction to Little Britain?” said Zedock, his tone much calmer then before.
I complied and gave him directions. Zedock said his thanks and swiftly began to scale the wall I was standing near. In but a few seconds he was gone, like a bird.