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?

Comments

[dowhatisays]

What? '23. It ain't changed since January, dollface.

[bostonhowler]

Twenty-three? Nineteen twenty-three?

[She just stares at him for a moment.]

I'm from twenty-thirteen.

[dowhatisays]

Yeah, 1923.

[Bridget gets stared at for a bit.]

Sure, pull the other one.

[bostonhowler]

No, really. I can't believe you're from the Twenties!

You're stuck in prohibition, and the lawlessness of the cities, because of the lack of effective police, the Nineteenth has just been ratified... And you're from New York?

[Glee. Pure, unadulterated glee. Brigid is going to bother him for questions.]

[dowhatisays]

I said I'm from New York, didn't I? And it's plenty lawful enough, believe me.

[bostonhowler]

Oh, I don't doubt. The families have full sway and they are controlling the streets and the police, meaning the peace is what they want.

[Pause as she blushes.]

Sorry. I... it's history to me and I enjoy reading about history.

[dowhatisays]

Yeah. Sounds like a real nice fairy story, sweetheart.

[Honestly, peace? Between AR and Masseria things are looking anything but these days.]

[bostonhowler]

[She cocks her head to the side and bites her lip.]

If that's inaccurate, would you mind telling me what it was really like, some time? Not right now, obviously, because you've just arrived, but perhaps in a week or so?

[dowhatisays]

That would depend whats you want to know, and how much it's worth to ya.

[bostonhowler]

There isn't any money, but I'm sure a dinner or two wouldn't be amiss, if you're willing to share some things. I don't need personal details, just some broad ideas.

[dowhatisays]

What'd you mean there ain't money?

[bostonhowler]

There's no money. There's nothing to buy. We all live and die by helping each other out, mostly. So, things go on the barter system.

[dowhatisays]

Barter system? Like the fucking dark ages or some shit?

[But how do people rank their success based on everyone around them?]

[bostonhowler]

There's no banks, no computers, no way to even store the money, unless you hide it under the mattress. So, yes, the barter system.

So, like I said, I'll trade a couple of meals, if you'd be willing to talk to me.

[dowhatisays]

Yeah. I'll keep you posted, sweetheart.