One particular corner of downtown Seattle presents a quaint enclave housing a multitude of recreational places; one stands out in particular, the heart of Friday evenings, the escape from reality, the Emerald City Theatre. Its crafty architectural design and opulent appearance accents the boldness this city so consumedly possesses, thus it is finally an appropriate time to venture into the diverse characters that inhabit this particular corner.
The Salesman sits in his rightly booth outside, near the entrance of the Theatre. Each day he sits, selling tickets to the public, advertising the upcoming shows and being ordered to do so especially within the hours of twelve to two pm, for obvious reasons. In his backless stool chair, he is forced to sit upright, stretching out the rolls of his stomach which long for their comfortable position of lying on top of each other when he slouches in his recliner at home. He sports an exasperated look on his face as if the derivative of vegetables contains more excitement than his job. Why is he so miserable, you ask? That’s easy; it’s so apparent on his face. Growing up this young lad practiced a healthy amount of dedication to the art of sculpting. Throughout his tender life, his father influenced him to form objects of art and enlighten the world with the compositional beauty in which this young lad acquired. However, living in a city with such prestige in the department of art, the Salesman found it difficult to sell his work. Already the streets were occupied with too many starving artists, so he gave up, abandoning his true passion and settling for the lackluster occupation he engulfed himself in every day. To this day, he waits for his guardian angel to cast a fortunate spell on him, sending success his way. Of course, he will never let anyone know of this overly spiritual thinking. It may change the way people perceive him, especially the Newsstand Woman, of whom he desperately craves the attention.
The Newsstand Woman plants contentedly near the west side of the Theatre, stationing herself in the sidewalk so people are obligated to bring themselves to a halt and browse. Such a busybody this woman is, with her pinchy nose fashioning tiny little specs that do no great cause. Her hair is worn in a tired bun, locks flying out randomly. A dress resembling an airline attendant’s raiment lays snuggly on her busty figure and plentiful hips. She is by no means obese, only slightly more horizontal than those of the young female lawyers that pass her. Some say she resembles a dumpling and others say she’s a modest oinker. Well an oinker she may very well be for snacks always litter the newsstand counter, along with the magazines and gum and drugstore items at one’s convenience. One distinct trait of this woman is that she feeds off gossip. From her customers she learns the social lives of the citizens of Seattle, extracting all the juicy goods she can possibly attain. However, as much time as she spends focusing on other people’s lives, convinced that she is at the phase of her life where middle age strips her from all possible love interest, she is oblivious to the man in the ticket booth, selling tickets for the Theatre just directly to her southwest. Will he ever have the courage to speak to her? Will she ever stop discussing other people’s lives and focus on her own?
The Paralegal is a regular at the newsstand. Each day during lunch, this young woman walks with such swiftness in her step as she buys the morning paper and purchases a honey bun. Like most people of this city, she follows this routine each week day; one glitch and her day is off (it may be as petty as a honey bun.) Working for the main law office of Seattle, her job entices wrinkles on her forehead adding a weathered layer on her young face. A handsome woman she is; her small mouth and defined jaw line give her an androgynous appearance, alas her flowing brown hair balances out her look quite complimentary. Wearing a stiff suit and moving only when necessary, she extends her arms, receiving the paper from Newsstand Woman. Secretly, she despises the pudgy woman and her endless questions over all the rage cases, however it is in her nature to accept people and their ignorance, and work to settle cases. This woman carries with her an immense history one most likely could not guess upon first judgment. Even I cannot fully tell an accurate representation of what hardships this young woman has endured. So I’ll leave it at that.
And, this, my friends, is the city of Seattle. Yes, only a portion was highlighted, but this leaves enough room for your imagination to assume what the other sections of Seattle have to bring.