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cape_kore2013-03-21 06:00 pm
dowhatisays) wrote in cape_kore2013-03-21 06:00 pm
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?
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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[Well, you know, when Meyer helps. But he's very good at the extortion.]
What was it you wanted to know?
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Meet you at the bar in half an hour?
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Yes! It only has one fucking bar! And I'll see you there in thirty minutes!
PRIVATE --> action
He makes his way to the bar fairly quickly, since you know, bar. He manages to trade a drink for cigarette which he will probably regret later. He will be very easy to spot, Veronica. Unless there is another 1920s gangster in a pinstripe suit and a fedora around.]
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You've heard of noir, right?
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It means- Never mind. Let's just say you should'a seen the gams on her.
[ She half-falls, half-slides onto the seat beside him. ]
Here's the deal, see? There's a guy, see? He's appointed himself the mayor, see? Name of Edgar Stane, see? And he's stolen and hidden all the food, see?
You find where the food is, I'll get you a set of wheels, see?
[ She drops the wise-guy tone and gives him a serious expression. ]
Seriously. Do you see?
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He got a headquarter or some shit?
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[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?
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[He takes the napkin, eying it. Look like he's due for a walk around town.]
Something happen to your leg, sweetheart?
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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?
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[Yep that is Charlie's form of sympathy.]
New York. You?
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[ Huh. On the upside, the sympathy was just the sort Veronica liked. Quick, to the point, and fleeting. ]
What year are you from?
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'23.
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I'm from 2005.
[ Enjoy riding that bombshell, sweetheart. ]
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Sos, we got flying cars by then or what?
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Girls can wear pants, join the army, all that good stuff.