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cape_kore2013-03-22 04:47 pm
godsprophet) wrote in cape_kore2013-03-22 04:47 pm
001 | Chuck Shurley | Video
Oh, uh...
[Hello, Kore. Amidst the influx of new arrivals is Chuck. He's got short, curly brown hair and a beard. He also looks incredibly baffled as he squints down at the communicator on his wrist. He's outside, and his free hand is shielding his eyes from the sun. He doesn't appear to be someone who's used to being outside very often. Or like, at all.
He seems to be surprised that he's gotten the communicator working. He also seems confused as to who, exactly, he's talking to. But that doesn't stop him from stuttering on anyways.]
Sorry, I--I'm not exactly sure I know exactly were I am? Well, I mean... Cape Kore, obviously, but, uh... I mean, I was just in Ohio.
[He's smart enough that he knows that wherever Cape Kore is, it's certainly not in Ohio. He looks a little lost and confused for a second before a thought occurs to him.]
Was it---is this the angels? They did this, didn't they? They're the only ones who could do this, right? [And yet, even that didn't add up because,] I thought the Apocalypse was over!
[Chuck drags a hand down his face. He's not a Winchester. This isn't a life he's suited for. He's just a writer.]
[Hello, Kore. Amidst the influx of new arrivals is Chuck. He's got short, curly brown hair and a beard. He also looks incredibly baffled as he squints down at the communicator on his wrist. He's outside, and his free hand is shielding his eyes from the sun. He doesn't appear to be someone who's used to being outside very often. Or like, at all.
He seems to be surprised that he's gotten the communicator working. He also seems confused as to who, exactly, he's talking to. But that doesn't stop him from stuttering on anyways.]
Sorry, I--I'm not exactly sure I know exactly were I am? Well, I mean... Cape Kore, obviously, but, uh... I mean, I was just in Ohio.
[He's smart enough that he knows that wherever Cape Kore is, it's certainly not in Ohio. He looks a little lost and confused for a second before a thought occurs to him.]
Was it---is this the angels? They did this, didn't they? They're the only ones who could do this, right? [And yet, even that didn't add up because,] I thought the Apocalypse was over!
[Chuck drags a hand down his face. He's not a Winchester. This isn't a life he's suited for. He's just a writer.]
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[ He may not count himself as part of the Host anymore, but he still finds it distasteful that automatically it's angels who get the blame for this. ]
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And it's obvious that Chuck knows who he's talking to. His eyes widen and he pales because shit. The Devil has been kidnapped to this Kore place and now his face is on a communicator that is strapped to his wrist.
He's going to die, isn't he? He's actually going to die.]
Well I-I-I... [Get a hold of yourself, Chuck! He clears his throat.] I mean... who--who else could be... you know, responsible...?
[It's not a statement. It is most definitely a question.]
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Obviously someone else.
[ No doubt the angels will be quick to come and fetch him. They always were so concerned for the welfare of those they claim as their own. It's an irony that doesn't escape him, though it leaves too bitter a taste to fully appreciate it. ]
In the future, I would mind my assumptions, were I you.
[ And because he has little desire to involve himself in the affairs of those who seek only his death, Lucifer terminates the feed. ]