001 ♦ Jesse Finch ♦ Audio

[rigging]

So I've got three guesses as to what this is right now. [ The voice that comes through the communicator is quiet and calm. The undertone to this voice, however, is not at all -- there's a hint of panic and a whole lot of anger underneath. ] One, I traveled back in time to land in some Twilight Zone-Silent Hill bullshit. Two, I've finally cracked and I've gone insane, which, y'know, could be worse, my brain coulda put me in somewhere much more terrifying than a room with a camera -- or three, I'm dreaming. [ Which is what he's afraid of. There's a beat, and then the sound of a lighter being flicked on, a cigarette being lit. ]

Watch, m'just talking to myself. I don't even know if anybody's out there. [ It's been an hour and he hasn't seen anybody yet, after all, though to be fair he hasn't gone very far. He's waiting. Come get him, nightmare. He's not scared of you. ]

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[gloryisbullshit]

Promise.

[rigging]

Let. Go.

[gloryisbullshit]

[Alright, alright. His leg eases away first, then he steps back, and then the teeth ghost away from Jesse's neck, but he keeps the weapon at the ready in case Jesse is a dirtyass nasty brat who's gonna take another swing. He has the look, what can we say.] Y'know, I wouldn'ta said you're his type.

[rigging]

[If Party didn't have the weapon, Jesse would. For now, he puts distance between them, snatching up his things.] Yeah, well, you're not the only one. [Jesse says darkly, shoving his lighter in his pocket.] You get what you wanted, fuckface?

[gloryisbullshit]

Not really. [As Jesse moves, he perches back at his spot by the bar, testing the sensitive spot around his eye.] Welcome to the Cape, by the way.

[rigging]

Yeah, whatever. Have fun drinking. [ He'll just... leave, then, and not ever accept invitations for drinks ever again. He also mutters fucking asshole faceclones as he leaves, entirely loud enough for Party to hear. It makes him feel better. ]