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Really What Else Would You Expect to Find in a Bank Robber’s Bag?

For my take on the what’s in your bag assignment I’m doing in from the perspective of my character Cleo Barrow, a bank robber. I could’ve gone into detail and included her favorite lipstick which makes her look super sassy, but she doesn’t care enough to touch up her make up through the day, or I could’ve put in a gun which she used to rob the bank, but really she’d keep that strapped to her side, not in a bag. I think Cleo would want to travel as light as possible and would only carry whatever she’d just stolen. So, naturally, here is what’s in her bag.

What's in your bag?

The Street Girl

Street GIrl


Time was when I’d gladly have listened,
Before I was tainted with shame,
But it wouldn’t be fair to you honey;
Men laugh when they mention my name.Back there on the farm in Nebraska,
I might have said yes to you then,
But I thought the world was a playground;
Just teeming with Santa Claus men.
So I left the old home for the city,
To play in its mad, dirty whirl,
Never knowing how little of pity,
It holds for a slip of a girl.You think I’m still good-looking honey!
But no I am faded and spent,
Even Helen of Troy would look seedy,
If she followed the pace I went.
But that day I came in from the country,
With my hair down my back in a curl;
Through the length and the breadth of the city,
There was never a prettier girl.I soon got a job in the chorus,
With nothing but looks and a form,
I had a new man every evening,
And my kisses were thrilling and warm.
I might have sold them for a fortune,
To some old sugar daddy with dough,
But youth called to youth for its lover,
There was plenty that I didn’t know.Then I fell for the “line” of a “junker”,
A slim devotee of hop,
And those dreams in the juice of a poppy;
Had got me before I could stop.
But I didn’t care while he loved me,
Just to lie in his arms was a delight,
But his ardour grew cold and he left me;
In a Chinatown “hop-joint” one night.

Well I didn’t care then what happened,
A Chink took me under his wing,
And down there in a hovel of hell —
I laboured for Hop and Ah-Sing
Oh no I’m no longer a “Junker”,
The police came and got me one day,
And I took the one cure that is certain,
That island out there in the bay.

Don’t spring that old gag of reforming,
A girl hardly ever goes back,
Too many are eager and waiting;
To guide her feet off of the track.
A man can break every commandment
And the world will still lend him a hand,
Yet a girl that has loved, but un-wisely
Is an outcast all over the land.

You see how it is don’t you honey,
I’d marry you now if I could,
I’d go with you back to the country,
But I know it won’t do any good,
For I’m only a poor branded woman
And I can’t get away from the past.
Good-bye and God bless you for asking
But I’ll stick out now till the last.

-Bonnie Parker

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And so I guess that’s the end of week two






My posts for the week:

Writing Assignments                                     Daily Creates

Alternate Ending 3 points                                                  Cat and a synthesizer
Poems 3 points                                                                        Eye selfie
Recipe Haiku 3 points                                                           Collage your day

Further Readings in Noir
Cleo Barrow: Notorious Bank Thief
Bonus: Color Scheming for your blog

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Midnight Call: Brother, I Need You

Brother, I need you
the night has fallen
I go to the phone
with sleep in my eyes

Brother, come help me
the world is bigger
than I thought before
I can’t do this alone

Brother, I miss you
just come
give your favorite girl a hug

Told from the point of view of my character, Cleo Barrow, when she calls her brother for help. I’m not really sure what this assignment was; I think this was what it wanted. There was just a poem with no instructions. In their poem it was midnight calling the narrator, but for mine I decided to make it the call my narrator would make at midnight, when she’s most desperate and most vulnerable. Since that was only worth two points, here’s a haiku  from Cleo for one more point:

I keep my love for
only my best girl, the one
with hair like sun

Cleo Barrow: Notorious Bank Thief

You know Bonnie and Clyde? What if it was Bonnie and Cleo instead?

Admittedly inspired by the Avicii music video here. But I’m gonna take it a couple decades later, so that they aren’t in the depression, but instead children of the depression. Here’s what I put for Cleo’s bio when I submitted the character dossier:

“Pretty much a female version of Clyde Barrow of Bonnie and Clyde fame. I’m gonna play around with the character some and try to not change the personality all that much, aside from making her more feminine, maybe more of a city person than Clyde and smoother with flirting and such. Still trying to decide what to do with Bonnie, but I guess I’ll figure her out later. But I do think Cleo’d call her kitten.”

To all who meet her, she’s the mysterious woman, but those who really know her she’s a jerk with a heart of gold. I also drew a picture of what she should look like, but I haven’t decided if I like it enough to put it on the internet yet :). But basically she’s tall, and has feminine curves, and wide hips. Plus dark hair, brown eyes, and a know-it-all smile. If this is going to be a character I’m working with all semester, then I am going to go way deep into her background and personal details. But that will take a whole lot of thought and I usually like to take a few weeks to get to know a character like that, so I will be sure to show how well-rounded a character she turns into in upcoming assignments. I have a whole page of ideas written down for her that could take her story in completely different ways, but I’ll wait until I get to know her better before I tell y’all my plans for this girl.

Also I made her a little soundcloud playlist to get me inspired. It’s not stuff from her era, but if she were kickin it in the present day I think she’d listen to this:

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