001 | Charlie Luciano | Voice

[dowhatisays]

[Hello Cape Kore, were you feeling a lack of New Yorkers you needed to fill? Another very strong accent comes over the device, deeper this time and much angrier.

Do to the automated response from his wrist... whatever, Charlie has come to the conclusion that it's some kind of direct line to his kidnappers. So please do excuse him for making rather a colourful first impression.]

I don't know who you thinks you are, you sick fucks, but whatever they're paying you ain't gonna be worth jack shit when I gets my hands on you, you hear?

And what kind of idiot you gotta be to dump someone and not fucking search 'em first?

Hey! [Charlie's voice becomes a little more indistinct as he moves his wrist to flag down a passing stranger.]

What to I gotta do to get a fucking car around here?

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[bostonhowler]

[She's got her hair up in a bun. She's been cleaning. Brushing a bit of hair out of her eyes, Brigid stares at the camera. Brigid clears her throat.]

I'm sorry, but there aren't any cars here. You've been brought to a place called Cape Kore.

[dowhatisays]

What do you mean there ain't no cars? How much in the middle of bum fuck nowhere are we?

[bostonhowler]

[She clears her throat.]

Well, no one really knows. It's called Cape Kore. It's not near Boston. Or anywhere on the East Coast of the United States or anywhere else, from what others have said. There's also no way to leave or cars.

[dowhatisays]

That ain't possible. I was in New York City two fucking seconds ago.

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[hung_garian]

Build one, I suspect. Good luck with that, pal.

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[dowhatisays]

Yeah, hilarious. Do I looks like a fucking mechanic?

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[hung_garian]

Well, maybe you do. Who'm I to go around telling the world how a mechanic oughtta look, hm? I'm not a stylist.

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[dowhatisays]

Yeah, well I ain't no mechanic. How the fuck you bring supplies in this shitty one-port town if no one's got a car?

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[recognize_an_opportunity]

[Do his ears deceive him, or is that the voice of one very angry Charlie Luciano? He should know -- he's heard him angry countless times. For a moment, he doesn't even respond, but when he finally does, his tone is somewhere between relieved and skeptical.]

Charlie?

[dowhatisays]

Meyer!

For fuck's sake, they got yous too?

[recognize_an_opportunity]

They, whoever they are, definitely got me too.

[Although he's selfishly relieved to hear from Charlie.]

[dowhatisays]

[Is it selfish if it goes both ways?]

We'll find who's behind this, Meyer. Where are you?

[manofiron]

If you figure out the answer to that car predicament, let me know. I could use one too.

[dowhatisays]

So far the answer's fuck all.

[manofiron]

That's about what I figured. But hey, some people are luckier than others.

[dowhatisays]

I'm plenty lucky.

[It's what they call him after all.]

Just not when I ain't got nothing to work with.

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[mentis]

I'd watch your tone, you know. There are a few children around.

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[dowhatisays]

Unless they're the kidnappers it weren't meant for them. Anyway, what's it gonna do?

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[mentis]

Even so, they can still listen in.

[violenthearted]

[Piqued interest. Although as per usual he's mildly bitchy about just using the audio, because paranoia at all times is what keeps us alive.]

You may be obliged to consider that as far as our hosts are concerned, you've got nothing on you worth taking.

[dowhatisays]

[Hey look maybe once he works out the video feature he'll check it out. Where he's from video is still black and white and silent.]

How the fuck do you even know? You ain't got no idea what's on me.

[violenthearted]

[Good, everyone should pander to Erik's preferences.]

If you did, it'd be gone. Simple observation.

[shesamarshmallow]

Whoa! Language! Virgin ears around here, ya big lug.

[ She considers for a moment. ]

I can get you a car.

[dowhatisays]

Yeah? For how much.

[Ignoring the comment about the swearing cause come on, you might as well ask him to stop breathing.]

[shesamarshmallow]

How much you got?