cape_kore | 001 | Charlie Luciano

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001 | Charlie Luciano | Voice

[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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Meyer!

For fuck's sake, they got yous too?

They, whoever they are, definitely got me too.

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

[Is it selfish if it goes both ways?]

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

I found a house. Didn't seem to be in use.

[So he's sitting in the living room, thinking. Overthinking, really. As usual.]

So you just walked in? Ain't there police or some shit, here?

[He's pacing now because he doesn't want to be alone when he knows Meyer's around, and he hasn't given him a direction to move in yet.]

I haven't seen any police.

[He hasn't really been looking for police. That's the last thing he needs right now. Besides, stealing a house is totally a legit move, right?]

Tell me where you are, and I'll tell you how to get here.

I'm in a town square or something. There's a fountain with a broad in her nightgown.

You're not far, then. You see the lighthouse? Start walking down the path towards that. The house is on the right.

Right, I'm on my way. How fucking small is this place? I been in road stops with more life to 'em.

Pretty small, as far as I can tell. Pretty dull, too, except for...

[Well. Maybe they should discuss all of that when Charlie shows up. Meyer doesn't think Charlie will take kindly to the fact that, apparently, they're all being watched by cameras all day.]

Except for what, Meyer?

[He can see the lighthouse looming forward, and the tops of two houses. Whoever their neighbours are, he hopes they're not nosy. He remembers what small towns are like, every one in each other's business. Perfect.]

Except for apparently we're always being watched.

[He's come out of the house to look for Charlie, and is currently pacing in front of it, like he always does when he's thinking.]

[Meyer's hard not to spot. Charlie has a radar for when Meyer's in a bad mood, although at least this time he doesn't blame him. When he's in sight, he switches off the wrist-phone. He always prefers talking in person, far less likely to tapped later.]

What'd you mean 'always'? Like on these phone things whatever they are?

[It's not much in term of greeting, but what does he expect.]

I don't know. Someone said something about cameras. I don't know much.

[It takes a lot to admit not knowing about something, and Charlie's about the only person he'd admit it to.]

[Charlie claps a hand onto Meyer's shoulder, giving him a squeeze.]

They gotta be recording onto something. You ever tried taking 'em apart?

Not yet, but we could.

[He nods determinedly.]

We should, if we're gonna stay in this house until we find a way out of here.

Fucking right, I ain't into some stranger watching what I'm doing.

[Charlie gives his shoulder another squeeze and then starts heading into the house, seeing what he's working with here.]

You got anything to drink?

[He shakes his head, following Charlie.]

Nothing to drink. Less cigarettes than I'd like. This isn't gonna be a vacation.

You saying they ain't got a smoke shop here or nothing? What kind of place is this.

[The little house looks overly... quaint. But it's fine for now. Anyway, it's far enough away from the rest of the houses, but still near the town centre which works well.]

Not that I've seen. I've been warned about monsters, Satan, and mysterious kidnappers, though.

[He can believe the mysterious kidnappers part. Mostly.]

Satan? Don't tell me we got nabbed by one of them fire and brimstone lots.

[Rationed or not, he needs a cigarette badly. He tosses himself onto the sofa as soon as he's in the door to light one up. And then standing up again because this place really does put him on edge.]

[Of course he's having a cigarette, too, even if he knows he shouldn't be. And he's practically pacing a hole in the floor at this rate.]

That's the thing. Everyone agrees we've been kidnapped, and nobody can tell me who did it.

And nobody's ever made it out?

[He meets Meyer half-way through his pacing to offer him a light.]

If they have, nobody's told me about it. They seemed more fixated on providing us with the horror stories.

[Charlie, he deeply appreciates you right now. He'd be a lot less sane if you weren't here -- although he'd probably still appear pretty sane either way.]

The could be trying to rattle us. We've no idea who's working for who around here.

[His eyes flick up to take in the camera pointed at them from the corner of the room.]

Anyone ever tried throwing a blanket over one of those?

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