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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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.

Okay.

[He's relieved. He's not sure if he should tell Charlie why he's relieved, but after a long pause, ultimately decides it's probably better if everyone's on the same page.]

Not everyone here's from the same time, or so they say. Stands to reason that maybe one of us could have been from a different time, too, right?

Like you thought maybe I was from the future or some shit?

[He empties the can of beans into the pot with some aggression.]

Like there ain't enough here already that's fucked up.

Yeah, well, apparently we're just going to have to get used to it, because we're stuck here, and meanwhile, all the business we were trying to get accomplished back home is going to shit.

[Uh oh. Swearing. Someone's really feeling petulant.]

Like Masseria didn't want us dead before.

[They sure are missing that heroin deal. Fuck, after all the work they did.

But dammit the cameras are off and they're alone now and Meyer is getting bitchy so Charlie wanders over. It's just a hand of his shoulder before traveling over to his neck, thumb stroking behind his ear.]

He can just be another one on the long list.

[Because, really, he's found that a surprising number of people want them dead. It seems unfair to Meyer -- after all, he's just doing his job. So his job might involve some people getting shot; that's their problem.

At first he's inclined to brush Charlie's hand away, feeling too irritated for something as simple as a gentle touch, but then he sighs. They're alone, and they're stuck, and neither of them are happy about it. He might as well let Charlie try to calm him down.]

[He lets his hand stay where it is, just for now, fingers stroking the skin of his neck just a little.]

If that many people wanna kill us we must be doing something right.

[The hand moves a little into his hair now, running his long fingers through the straight strands.]

Or something very, very wrong.

[But he's actually inclined to agree. They've managed to piss off a lot of people, and that means people are taking notice of them. He can't argue that the hand in his hair doesn't feel good, and he's starting to feel slightly more grounded, slightly less frantic.]

[Glad to help. He gives Meyer a little shake before letting go.]

Come on, dinner time. I slaved over a hot fucking oven for this, you're gonna eat it.

Yeah, I'm gonna eat it. Since you worked so hard on it, and all.

[He's finally realizing he's hungry, though, and actually sitting down at the table, not pacing.]

[Canned baked beans in miss-matched chipped bowls. Like Meyer said, they've both had way worse.

It would go a hell of a lot better with some whiskey, but what are you going to do.]

[Figure out a way to make whiskey here, obviously. He's just going to eat in silence, mind running through all the things he's learned about this place so far.]

[What but that's what underlings are for.]

You can wash up.

[Because he cooked obviously. He's just going to dump his bowl in the sink. Also he has no idea why he still has his collar and tie still on, so he's working those off as he goes to explore the rest of the house.]

[Hey, Meyer's been here for nearly a day already and he's still wearing his collar and tie -- old habits die hard, apparently. He's already explored the house, and already laid claim to the larger bedroom, but he's pretty sure Charlie's going to fight him over that. He'll just start washing the small amount of dishes, doing so as thoroughly as he does everything else.]

[He does see the evidence of the master bedroom being slightly lived-in. The second room looks like an old nursery, with the ducky wallpaper and lace drapes, but an furniture other than a small cot has long ago been move out. He pokes his head into a very high-tech looking bathroom, and then another one down the hall. Which - wow. Charlie's coming back to find you now, Meyer.]

You seen the size of that fucking bathtub? You could fit a fucking platoon in there.

[He finishes with the last of the dishes and sets it down, turning back to Charlie with a raised eyebrow. He hadn't taken notice of the bathtub before, in his perfunctory exploration of the house, but now he's curious.]

Can't be that big.

Don't fucking believe me? Come on.

[Meyer will probably be able to tell from experience how many plans he's forming for how to use that tub to its best advantage.]

[He follows Charlie somewhat skeptically. Of course he knows exactly what he's thinking -- he usually does.]

[It's not platoon big, but it is pretty damn big. And with little nozzles on every side that Charlie isn't sure about, but hey maybe they're all there to help the water get in faster.

He spots the camera as soon as they're in. He's developing an eye for them. A hand towel goes over it quick smart, and then he's pulling Meyer in closer by his belt loops.]

So what'ya think?

[He raises an eyebrow as he's pulled closer. Charlie had only been exaggerating the size of the bathtub a little, but it's pretty impressive.]

Huh. You could fit a couple people in there easy.

Now you're getting ideas.

[Somehow a small room like this feel a little more protected than being in some strange house, and he leans down to kiss Meyer. They hadn't done that since the night before Masseria and the drug money, and apparently it's been even longer for Meyer. And patience has never been Charlie's strong suit.]

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