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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[dowhatisays]

[Charlie is developing a strong suspicion he's being made fun of but it's not like he can just punch a broad.]

He got a headquarter or some shit?

[shesamarshmallow]

It's what we in the biz like to call an "office."

[She pulls out a napkin and pen from her bag and sketches a rough map of the town. She draws an X over the mayor's building before shoving it toward him.]

No one has been able to find a way out yet. You do realize that, right?

[dowhatisays]

Yeah but this place ain't had me in it, yet.

[He takes the napkin, eying it. Look like he's due for a walk around town.]

Something happen to your leg, sweetheart?

[shesamarshmallow]

[ Oh, optimism. That is optimism, right? It's been so long since Veronica has seen it that it's hard to place. ]

The people keeping us here can apparently do things like make us blind. They got me a while ago and I fell through a hole. In the ceiling.

The good news is that I stuck the landing, if by "sticking the landing" you mean "hitting the ground."

So where're you from, doll?

[dowhatisays]

Shit.

[Yep that is Charlie's form of sympathy.]

New York. You?

[shesamarshmallow]

Neptune, California.

[ Huh. On the upside, the sympathy was just the sort Veronica liked. Quick, to the point, and fleeting. ]

What year are you from?

[dowhatisays]

[He still finds that a weird question to get asked, but he's getting used to it.]

'23.

[shesamarshmallow]

[ She eyes him up and down for a moment. She's willing to bet he doesn't mean 2023. She'd have to guess 1923. Brilliant. ]

I'm from 2005.

[ Enjoy riding that bombshell, sweetheart. ]

[dowhatisays]

[She gets a raised eyebrow.]

Sos, we got flying cars by then or what?

[shesamarshmallow]

Nah. Those are still a couple years off. We've got jet planes, though. Planes that look like UFOs. We've been to the moon and back a couple times.

Girls can wear pants, join the army, all that good stuff.