Exercise 4 – Visual Trigger.
Episode between the meeting of the two people.
1) The bunny girl and the Mat. (Benjamin’s and Sofrie’s people watch, both of theirs are fortuitously consistent.)
The girl, in her 18, dressed up in a skimpy bunny suit enters the packed MRT that is leaving for orchard road. It is probably halloween and she’s not aware of the number of lecherous man staring at her lascivously. It’s as though her outfit gratified the concupiscence they are longing to get for ages. They gradually get bored of it, but not the mat who is desperately trying to get close to her in such a packed atmosphere. The Mat is blasting some saccharine and provocative music on his handphone and he’s gleaming at her as though she feeds his sudden rise in euphoria. The girl avoids his randy gaze, trying desperately to cover the revealing parts of her skimpy outfit with both her hands. High level of anxiety rushes up her face, she turns into a luminous raspberry, coruscating every corners of the Mat’s desire. The Mat tilts his head near the girl’s, the proximity is very minute, he’s conspicuously trying to show off his lip piercings and tatoo. The girl innately reacts by shifting herself away from him. The timing is almost flawless as the Mat’s hand is already placed right below the girl’s buttock. The girl hastily alights the train at the next stop and an immense sense of disappointment crashes on the Mat who is still sticking his yearning tongue out. He starts to shove people infront of him violently, stalking the girl like some hybrid mongrel but unfortunately for him, he gets caught inbetween the sliding doors of train carriage. Struggling like a hankering puppy, the train speeds off with a gradual decline in the levels of the music playing on his handphone. Blood spills over the end of the station and screams pervade throughout both the carriage and the station.
Visual Trigger of this Image googled at random
Tommy, having his second year old birthday, has fortuitously grown out of his adolescence. Being rather discreet and ignorant to the vibrant atmosphere of the open air “Cola” fun fair, he picks up a mannequin balloon, believing that it’s bestowed to him by the kindest man on Earth.
He grabs the mannequin by the knees with both his hands and lifts it up, gritting his teeth. The red rain coat is more of a hindrance to his mischievous intention. Reminiscing what he sees daily in the Master Bedroom of Mom and Dad, he propels himself forward by taking a few steps and making some alteration to the position of both his hands. His daily visual trigger is his main source of inspiration and his aesthetic thoughts continue to extend perpetually. Smirking to himself and his clear discern of what he wants to achieve, he elevates the mannequin to his waist level, while having himself placed in between its two legs.
Dad turns around to be greeted by this petrifying sight.
Dad
“For the love of god, Tommy! Can you….put that down?!”
Paranoia strikes Tommy’s Dad as he starts to be anxious about his son and the surroundings. The context is however ignorant to this minute but yet significant moment. Everyone is walking towards the goody bag stand.
Tommy stares back and forth the mannequin and his Dad. Dad frowns, with his arms akimbo, conspicuously waiting for Tommy to put down the Balloon Mannequin. Tommy is rather calm in this embarrassing situation, the amount of discreetness is so flawlessly timed that no one walking by is noticing.
It is perspicuous that his Dad has ran out of options to prevent this indecent act from depraving Tommy’s mentality and also to uphold his Son’s Dignity. Perspiring mentality, Dad tries effortlessly to remain calm and subtle. Tommy is still grinning from years to years, convulsing the mannequin in the same position.
Dad closes his eyes, hoping that he can just vanish into thin air, without having to witness this irrefutable venality. He’s in a state of confusion and dissonance , wondering what has resulted to the rapid maturity of his son. The limit of his anxiety breaks, Dad takes a deep breath, with fist clenched, disrupts the awkward situation.
Dad
“Come on Tommy, let’s do Dad proud, please behave yourself, that balloon isn’t yours”
Tommy starts to chuckle and desperately shoves the mannequin towards his Dad, giving him absolutely no chance to react.
Tommy
“Mummy! Daddy!… Mummy!”
Tommy’s spontaneity utterly discombobulates his Dad. He proceeds to snatche the mannequin almost in a split second away from his son, but his vacuous decision aggravates the awkward atmosphere.
That moment has just stolen away every single bit of Tommy’s momentary euphoria; Dad’s hostile actions have brought the situation under control with a tiny exception.
Tommy roars loudly, wailing like some unrestrained puppy who has just lost his kin. Dad attempts to exert his thoughts directly at his son by propelling his index finger towards his lips. Those are definitely futile actions.
The din arouses the attention of the previously oblivious passersby. Dad starts to panic and soon realises that he is actually holding the mannequin by the chest. He starts to make fruitless attempts to ostracize himself from the mannequin but to no avail. Ramification of his intention to preserve the pride of his son is a sheer backfire. Everyone’s attention is fixed on Tommy’s Dad, revulsion and disgust can be seen in their facial expressions. Dad drops the female Mannequin balloon, and walks away, his entire face resembles that of a blood red raspberry. Tommy gradually stops crying as he notices the mannequin on the ground, free from the lethal grasp of his Dad. As the crowd starts to disperse, Tommy subtly picks it up again. Tears of sorrow immediately converts to that of happiness, a grin is drawn once again on this little toddler.
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Interesting story deprived from that randomly sourced picture!