Task One
Lilith Envie – a 35-year-old woman with big goals and dreams for her life, unable to achieve them for being too eager to point at the foibles and failures of others. Ms. Envie is blonde, tall, athletic, with the appearance of great energy. On a physical level, there is not much in life she could not have accomplished. Yet her long and sinewy hands, and the suggestion of their terrifying grip, is the clue to what in her mind – grasping at pieces the lives of others to pull them down – has kept her from accomplishing what she could in life.
Nerva Demure – a short, slight woman with delicately tapered features, quick eyes, quick hands, a 38-year-old brunette who would be considered good-looking but for a slight twitchiness about her, a sign of shyness, but also excited by a raw hunger to live vicariously through the details of the lives of others, others living lives she would never dare to live. Those tapered features quiver like Pavlov's dogs' tongues, at the slightest intimation of a good piece of gossip.
Betty Grainger was told as a child that she was too short, too fat, and too plain to be what she wanted to be, so she grubbed her way up into a high-enough paying job to get the makeover and the high heels she always wanted – now, she looks more like Lilith Envie, and although it is all cosmetic, she has the one thing Ms. Envie lacks: the determination to make her life all that it can be. She is 34, and knows that in the the next year, she can be president of the United States … she knows it will take longer than a year to build her political profile, but she is going to start with running for city councilwoman, with the presidency in her sights by 2044.
Task Two
“Man, look, I know I shouldn't even say this aloud, but –.”
“Then why are you saying it, bruh?”
“Some smack just gotta be said, man – our head honcho needs to study Jack Dack, for real.”
“Bruh, are you trying to get us both beat up?”
“Jack Dack got Dack Block locking down these streets like we used to, but no more.”
“Ain't nobody tryna to hear that over here, bruh.”
“Look, man, Jack Dack is like racism. Ignoring him ain't makin' him go nowhere!”