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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Yeah maybe, but what the fuck do we know? None of this place makes any fucking sense.

[He's back to shifting around on the balls of his feet now, sucking on his cigarette.]

We both get kidnapped. Out of New York, right? But people say we ain't anywhere near there. So how'd they get us the fuck out here? And if they wanted us here, specifically, why the fuck haven't they done anything with us? They let me keep my goddamn piece for christ's sake.

It don't make sense, Meyer.

I know it doesn't make sense. I've been trying to make it make sense since I got here.

[Still pacing. Still looking determined.]

People also say they're not from the same place or time as us. People seem to say that there's no rhyme or reason for why or how people show up, they just do.

It doesn't make sense.

[And the fact that it doesn't make sense infuriates him. Not because of the problems it's going to create, but because he can't figure it out. He's always been good at unraveling puzzles. This one might be besting him.]

Hey.

[He walks over, stopping Meyer in the middle of his pacing to wind his hand around the back of his neck, his grip steady for now.]

Whoever these fucking mooks are, they didn't count on having the both of us here, huh? We're gonna show 'em who's fucking in charge around here.

You don't think everyone else that ended up here said the exact same thing?

[At least he stopped pacing, though.]

Yeah, but they ain't us. We've dealt with shit like this before.

Yeah, kinda.

[If you mean they've both been abducted and had their lives threatened, then yeah, that much is true.]

Spoke to someone who told me that if people try to leave, they die.

[That's some shit they haven't dealt with before.]

Well neither of us is gonna be stupid enough to do a thing like that.

[Come on, Meyer can't die. He needs him around.]

You're telling me that if we weren't both stuck here, and you spent a couple days here and got more and more frustrated, you wouldn't try to walk right on out of here?

[Because he would. He doesn't like being told where he can and can't go. The threat of potential death, however, has him hesitant.]

Not without taking a fucking gun first. And not without you coming with me.

Then it's a good thing we're both here and we're both armed.

[Not that he has any extra ammunition, but still.]

[He gives Meyer a reassuring pat on the back of his neck. They've always worked this way - when one of them is losing it the other's around to try to be the voice of reason. More often than not it's the other way around, but Charlie can play the part when he needs to.]

We just gotta work slow and figure out what the story is here. There's gotta be shit no one's telling us, and shit they are telling us that ain't true.

[He nods, immediately snapping back into work mode. He doesn't want to lose it, and he's not going to let himself.]

I've been taking notes, trying to find a pattern. I've been writing down what little we know about this place. We can start with that. Compiling information.

Yeah, I figured you would be.

[He can always rely on you, Meyer, to be an obsessive hoarder of information.]

Has anyone else in this place had your same bright idea?

[Meanwhile he's going to wander over and take a look in the kitchen. Yikes. Pretty sparse.]

I doubt I'm the only one that's been keeping track of things. You get thrown into a place like this, you start to feel the need to figure things out.

[He's already wandered throughout the house, and found it generally lacking, but it'll suffice for now.]

We should plan for this like we're gonna be stuck here awhile.

Right. Then we need something to fucking eat. You said you got here yesterday, what the fuck have you been living on?

[There's a long pause.]

I hadn't quite gotten to figuring that out yet.

[For all his logistics, statistics, and planning, he does have an unfortunate habit of forgetting to eat. And really, he hadn't even been here a full day, so he hadn't particularly registered feeling unusually hungry.]

[For god's sake, Meyer. This is why he doesn't like leaving you on your own for too long.]

There's gotta be at least a fucking hot dog stand somewhere in this place.

[There's their fundamental difference -- Charlie gets left alone too long, he starts beating people up. Meyer gets left alone too long, he stops eating. What would they do without each other.]

Have you actually taken a look around? A hot dog stand'd be nothing short of a miracle.

So what, we're supposed to live on fucking canned beans?

[He is taking them down from the shelf as he speaks, though. Because he knows how long Meyer can go before he remembers to eat anything and he plans to rectify this. Even if it is with beans.]

Is that really all that's in there?

[He hasn't even searched the cupboards yet. Somehow he'd been assuming they'd be empty, since the rest of the house isn't exactly in mint condition. Regardless, the idea of living on canned beans and canned beans alone doesn't appeal to him, either.]

Beans, evaporated milk, and sardines. Sounds like a hell of a meal.

[He notes another camera above the cupboards, and fishes out a tea towel to throw over that one.]

We've probably both had worse meals.

[Sadly, that's likely true. Although he really doesn't think those three things can possibly go together in an appetizing combination.]

No kidding. Don't even remind me the shit they served in juvie.

[He's sticking to just the beans for now, rummaging through cupboards and drawers until he finds a can opener and a saucepan.

Meyer's staying awfully far away, for when it's just the two of them at least, and he keeps glancing over his shoulder. With the way things have been going today, he wouldn't be surprised if he could vanish into think air at any moment, and he intends not to let that happen.]

I wouldn't know about that.

[Hey Charlie, did you ever need to be reminded that you've been arrested and Meyer hasn't? You're welcome.]

I got a strange question -- where were you right before you showed up here?

[He's trying to figure out if they're from exactly the same time. From what he's heard, things don't always work that way, and the idea of that concerns him.]

What? I was with you. We were leaving talking to Masseria as soon as I stepped out of the cab - fucking nothing.

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