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. ]

Comments

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[silvergat]

You, I didn't fuckin' stutter. [ No but you have a ridiculous southern accent... ]

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[rigging]

Okay, but d'you wanna maybe expand on that for the rest of the class? What am I one of?

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[silvergat]

Your face looks like some other face that rolls with someone I know. So, stop it.

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[rigging]

Huh, yeah, I'll get right on that, lemme just rip my own face off -- wait a second. [ That's a lot of sarcasm there. ]