Jan 23, 2011 04:33
[There is a long, awkward pause in which all can be heard is a sort of shuffling - someone moving about a slip of paper. After a moment, a voice can be heard...soft, halting, nervous - unsure if placing this call is a good idea, perhaps. There's a bit of an Irish lilt, his tone full of confusion. He sounds as if he must be an older man...middle-aged, at the least.]
Ah - hello? Is this - is this working? If it is...is anyone out there? Is...anyone else in this town? I...I've just found a...a house. Set up for...for me? Is this some kind of...set-up, or...some kind of joke? Who left the...the letter? I can't find anyone else. I can't even find my car. Everything seems to be locked. I am at...ah...what was it -
[There is a pause, some rustling, the sound of a door opening. He speaks again.]
212 Marigold Avenue. If there is anyone - anyone out there?
[His voice breaks a little bit. He pauses, clearing his throat.]
Please. I just need to know that someone, ANYONE else is here...I need to see that someone else is alive...someone...I'll wait outside.
[With that, the call hangs up.]
!: henry cooldown,
!: garcian smith,
tom jackman,
!: laura kinney