I am starting a new series of stories under the title of 'Antrix.' Before I get into the stories, here are the characters. Here is the first batch of them. There are more. I will present them first and then start the stories.
Minnie: When you first saw her you would probably feel like calling her 'Mini', as many really did. She was a very neat package, all trim and tidy. But the thing that would strike you was her size. She gave a feeling of being a miniaturised scale model of a larger person. Black straight hair that looked like perfectly laid shiny,synthetic fibre, cut in fringe over her face and falling down her shoulders and back. Her clothes always seemed perfectly matched, designed and cut and as if being displayed on a smallish mannequin. If she stood still, you might just walk past her without making eye contact.
She was a compact sized dynamo. Always full of energy, bursting with ideas and had a surprisingly 'normal sized' voice that seemed a bit too big for her.
Kraze: Kraze was really his last name. People that knew him well rightly called him ‘Krazy’ His real friends spelled it as ‘Krazie’. He was of East European origin and his accent was thick and strong though he knew the Aussie slangs well from long experience. Kraze usually had a stubble on his face that he would occasionally shave off to reveal a surprisingly young face for his age. He appeared an indeterminate age around 40s.
‘Krazie’ would always throw people a bit-off in the way he would wait a couple of seconds before responding to any question. He would engage people during those two seconds by looking at them in their eye, or by looking down at his feet. Just when you wondered if he really heard you or understood you, his response would come up suddenly. His comments usually indicated some deep thinking or insight, if one understood them. He had a wicked sense of humour and great compassion that was masked by his faked demeanour. He appeared to be uncaring or slightly tuned out of his surroundings. It was deceptive, since he observed a lot keenly.
Jenny: Many had made the Freudian slip of calling her ‘Jelly’, some even in their first meeting with her. She was an ‘ample’ shapely woman. It seemed like her entirely body had a jiggle to it that reminded people of jelly. It seemed that when she stopped, it took the whole of her body a little longer to catch up with her and settle down after overshooting the mark and pulling back a couple of time. She usually dressed in one colour – the colour of the day, in stunning dresses that seemed more like beautiful fences or boundaries that were trying to keep her person contained within them. Often it would seem that she might spill over, but the jelly always held its own together, barely so, it would seem. Jenny was an energetic, intellectual knife.
‘Jelly’, as she allowed a few to call her, was very knowledgeable, observant, quick thinking and kind. She however did not suffer crooks gladly and could turn the tables on the wicked with surprising panache. Jenny always seemed to have a shoulder bag and a clipboard with her. She wore glasses that still did not hide her finely made up eyebrows, eyelids and eyelashes. When she looked at someone directly in their eyes, many lost their inner composure or forgot what they wanted to say.
Wei: It was common for many to misspell his name as ‘Way’. He was even offered the choice of calling himself ‘Wayne’ as his English name, but he politely declined. He was a man with a quiet smile. He was really funny on the inside and to those that understood him. He could tell the most outrageous things to anyone one with a straight face and serious demeanour, and get away with it. Many did not even realise what he meant when he spoke shyly, softly and quietly. There were few moments when he would transform into a totally different person – all bubbly, gregarious and even a bit loud.
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