Name: Katu Age: 19 Username: fullmetalkatu Email: defenderdeja at gmail dot com IM: verbosemelchior
Character name: Bennett Marrow Background: Bennett is a native of modern-day Vancouver, born to an American father and a Canadian mother. He's the second son of five children-- a (probably completely insane) neurotic older brother, a set of twin brothers who are younger and total jerks, and a sister who is ten years his junior and the only reason he goes to see his family at Christmas. At the age of nine, an aunt gave him an old copy of the Grimm Brothers Fairy Tales and thus begins a life-long love of folklore... as did as the family's life-long disdain for him. The Marrow Family are all involved in medicine somehow. Bennett is the first person in two generations to decide to be something other than a doctor, the ungrateful lout. God forbid the boy study English Literature-- and that's exactly what he decides to do. The fact that Bennett is the second son doesn't make this any better-- the way Bennett's father planned it out, he was supposed to be the vice president of the hospital he was building at the time of their birth. Bennett, unfortunately for Marrow Sr., was born with a free will and a mind different from the rest of his family.
Bennett graduates high school two years early at age sixteen, and is accepted into a university and is dragged through a slog of culture shock and a reading list as long as he was tall. It takes him five years to graduate for two reasons: He takes more classes than he needs and he figures out that he's pretty much fallen in love with his roommate. After a confusing encounter with said roommate, Bennett finds himself trying to hide a developing sexuality from his family-- not that difficult, considering he's out of the house-- and sabotaging some of his academic career in an attempt to need to stay in school longer to try and be with this man. The roommate drops out, Bennett decides that it was his fault, and, in an act that seems logical at the time, applies and is accepted into graduate school.
In grad school, he begins to develop a course of study of Lycanthropy in general, but mostly in France, something involving something a bit more rooted in reality than he is used to in his folklore-studies: he wants to compare the real disease, clinical lycanthropy-- a rare illness associated with schizophrenia and chronic depression-- to the fiction that so many people know. More than anything, he's hoping to impress his father, trying to tie what he loves back to the real-world medicine that his family practices. Even if they were mostly oncologists. Really, he knows he's just grasping at straws, but, he happens to hear of a hospital nearby that actually has three clinical lycanthropy patients, and he knows he just has to check it out, just to see.
The first two people seem crazy enough, but the third man has an eerie sort of calm about him, and is very quick to anger. What is surprising more than anything is that the man had checked himself into the hospital about a month ago, claiming he had transformed into a wolf and killed a man and maimed two more. Bennett, finding his bravery, pushes his luck and asks more questions, and eventually, leaves. It's already dark and it's a good half-mile walk to the bus stop from where the hospital is in the secluded countryside. He starts off on his little bike, teetering up the road in the bright light of the moon when a dog runs across his path, and he very nearly crashes into the fence. He goes to inspect and see what it was-- nothing, he decides, some sheepdog, maybe-- and gets back on his bike and is almost to the bus stop when he's tackled by a very large wolf.
After that, everything goes to hell for a little bit.
2/ IDEK MAN I'M SO SORRY, YOU GUYSfolkloristloreDecember 31 2010, 00:17:47 UTC
Background, continued: After several different hospital stays and a miserable month of body aches and passing out and constant bleeding and oozing pus from his wolf-wound, exactly a month after his attack, Bennett is forced into the worst realization one could have.
He is, in every classical sense of the word, a monster.
He collapses outside one of the school buildings on campus after a searing pain tears through his entire being, triggering the most single painful experience of his life-- he transforms from a man into a wolf and completely loses control of his body and his mind. He's able to escape into the woods that night and crawl back the next day, sore, terrified and confused.
And, for the next four years, this becomes Bennett Marrow's life. Once a month, for about twelve hours of one day, Ben is forced into the body of a wolf. He starts to structure his life around it, starts to learn how to control his mind and his body aches. Even as far as werewolves go, he's rather boring. But boring is safe! Ben likes boring. Ben cleans out a room in his apartment to contain his transformations, takes heavy pain medication, starts taking up smoking to calm himself down before and after a change. The focus of his research shifts from lycanthropy to folklore in general once again in an attempt to find any other creatures like what he's become.
However, not long after the end of his first year as an associate professor at his university, Ben's family starts to fall apart. Through a series of events, Bennett's mother ultimately reveals that his youngest sister, Elizabeth, is not his father's daughter. While his parents reel from this, Ben goes home to escort Elizabeth away to let her stay at his place for a while only to be dragged into staying in the Marrow Manor with the rest of his crazy family.
All of this only a day or so before his transformation, which he has to deal with quietly, in the garden shed. Stumbling away and about to dash into the woods and handle his night as a wolf alone, he sees Aidan, his oldest brother, and Elizabeth talking behind one of the trellises of fruits his mother was always trying to get to grow. It's odd, of course, a conversation in the middle of the night-- but when Aidan puts his hands around Elizabeth's throat and starts screaming about impurity, Bennett acts on impulse, not even instinct and rushes to her rescue, biting into Aidan's neck and holding him to the ground until he's still. Elizabeth starts screaming for her mother, the police, anyone, really, and Bennett bolts into the woods. He manages to make it look like he'd been in the house all night once he changes back, pretending he was dead asleep from sleeping pills he didn't take, but he has to handle the guilt on his own. His mother and sister move out of his father's house two days later, and Bennett returns to his book-filled apartment in the city after the funeral to wallow in depression for a month.
Of course, the first day of that month that he rolls out of bed before noon, he happens to wake up in Vertiline.
3/nooooobody knoooows the trouble I've seen, noooobody knows my sorroooowfolkloristloreDecember 31 2010, 00:18:49 UTC
Personality: In the years since becoming a werewolf, Bennett has been able to chill the hell out. Though still nervous and jumpy and constantly worried, he's much calmer than before. Rather than completely panicking, he can talk himself from SHEER TERROR to mere jitters. Bennett is nerdy, bookish, and legitimately a very nice guy. Though somewhat reclusive, he enjoys company, as long as he's sure he's not a nuisance or a hindrance of some kind. He often goes way out of his way to please people. He's somewhat of a puppy dog, even in spite of his lycanthropy. He responds remarkably well to attention and affection, something he only ever received from his kid sister. If you bless him with your presence and deign him worthy to speak to, he will keep talking and talking in an attempt to keep you around and talk to you-- and eventually he'll make a fool of himself and stop. He finds a childlike delight in knowledge and is more than happy to spill out anything he knows in hopes of either educating you or giving you some scrap of enjoyment from what he has to say.
He's a hopeless romantic at heart, and has never really had the inquiring mind of a scientist. He writes a lot, about all sorts of things, filling up a shelf of notebooks that he will rarely re-read and never throw away. However, his black-and-white notions of right and wrong are slowly being dismantled because of the recent events in his life-- his honest love of justice and good triumphing over evil, a love from his childhood and all the fairy tales he studies is at war with what is legal and illegal, such as killing your brother to defend someone else's life. He could turn himself in, or he could move on and no one would be any the wiser-- and it's this conflict that's depressed him enough to keep himself locked in his apartment for a month. Bennett is a master of guilting himself into action (or inaction, in this case) and prefers to try and think through a situation before acting. Generally, it's all this thinking that gets him into trouble.
However, in spite of all of that, occasionally, the wolf can take over. His lycanthropy virus is largely sentient, and, given control, entirely malevolent. If the wolf personality overtakes his own, Bennett becomes violent, quick to anger and somewhat dominant-minded. However, that hasn't happened in years, so you should be okay. Right?
4/ IIIIIIIT'S A SMALL WORLD AAAAAAFTER ALLfolkloristloreDecember 31 2010, 00:20:27 UTC
Appearance: Bennett is a skinny, gangly sort of guy with a bit of scruff and a shock of thick, dark brown hair that never quite lays flat. He stands about 6'2", but keeps his head low so often that people tend to forget his normal height. If he actually makes eye contact with you, it's very easy to notice his bright brown eyes. He tends to get scruffier the closer he gets to a transformation.
Ben's a fan of button-down shirts and sweater vests and all around generally neat-looking clothes. He dresses like a stereotypical English professor all the time-- nice leather shoes, corduroy or khaki pants and a blazer. Beyond that, he doesn't have much of a sense of fashion. He dresses like an old man all the time.
Since Bennett is a werewolf, his wolf form is a larger-than-average Grey Wolf with more brown fur than grey. His tail is a bit shorter than normal, and he has those same, bright brown eyes.
His PB is Jay Baruchel.
Skills/Abilities: Once a month, Bennett turns into a werewolf! Hooray! To undergo this process, the lycanthropy virus has given him a few little extra things, especially the closer he gets to the change (generally the week before and after the transformation), his senses are MUCH more powerful. His sense of smell is ridiculously improved, his eyesight (for which he normally wears glasses) is bumped up to normal, human 20/20 vision-- he's much more sensitive to sounds and touch, and has a much higher pain tolerance. Which is good, considering his transformation involves every bone in his body breaking. Speaking of that-- he also is able to heal much faster within a few hours of a transformation, but this ability is almost non-existent for the rest of the month. This helps him heal wounds he sustained as a wolf and... allows his bones to properly rearrange themselves and heal all the way through after their multiple fractures.
On top of that, Ben's a decent cook, a brilliant writer and smart as a whip when it comes to literature, fairy tales and things of the like. He can also, sort of, barely play the guitar. He wishes he'd learned the violin. :|
He also retains the ability to be painfully Canadian.
Spoken/Written languages: English, Canadian French and Traditional French. He'll wander into Canadian French when he gets sort of absent-minded or is trying to be cute/funny/what have you. However, in a conversation, he always starts out in Standard French and lapses back into Canadian French once he gets comfortable. He used to speak Standard French FAR more frequently, but he's since stopped his frequent communication with the professors he'd been working with.
Items: Bennett appears at Vertiline wearing his pajamas that he hasn't changed out of in almost four days at this point-- he's got a pack of cigarettes in one pocket and a bottle of vicuprofrin in the other, and a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He really was about to get in a shower, seriously! He'd already taken his glasses off and everything, so he doesn't have those.
5/5 I'VE GOT A LOVELY BUNCH OF COCONUTS, DEEDLEDEEDEE THERE THEY ARE A-STANDING IN A ROW BUM BUM BUMfolkloristloreDecember 31 2010, 00:21:41 UTC
Third person sample: You know you have a problem with familial communication when your own brothers call you by your last name.
“MARROW!” The cry came in unison and in stereo-the awful war cry of Bennett’s younger twin brothers, Colin and Darin. If Bennett had to compare them to anything, they were smaller, identical, attractive versions of himself. Given that they were related, this was probably a good thing (especially because no one could ever figure out how the Incredibly Blonde Elizabeth, Bennett’s youngest sister, could possibly be related to the Very Brunette Marrow Clan; it might also explain why she was the only one who treated him civilly in the house). He could hear them thumping down the stairs above him and he fought to get out of his shoes faster and make a run for it-
Too late.
This was just how it worked-Bennett came home to the Marrow Manor for any given holiday, and the twins were immediately within two feet of him, dragging him down to their height to give him noogies, Indian Burns, wet willies, whatever.
“Guys! Guys, come on, get off!” Bennett swatted at the wiry teenagers, trying to dislodge one from his back. The other gleefully shoved a spitball in his ear. With a cry of disgust and a whirl, he finally flung the one off his back. “G-god!” In the moment one sixteen-year-old was dislodged the other tried to tackle him to the ground-succeeding only in throwing him into the door frame. “What the h-h-heck did I do? Some greeting!”
One brown-eyed brunet smiled at the other. Bennett had lived with these boys most of their lives and still could not, for the life of him, tell them apart.
“So, heard you found yourself a girlfriend, Marrow.” The one he was pretty sure was Colin tilted his head to the side.
“Not bad, good job, bro.”
Bennett fought back the urge to clutch at his chest. WHAT. Who-are they being facetious? Are they talking about John? They’d never met his roommate, how could they-
“Didn’t think blondes were your type,” said the first one.
“Didn’t think incest was your thing, either, but whatever boats your float, man,” added Darin with a sharp bark of laughter.
“We won’t tell mom you’ve got the hots for Lizzie, don’t worry!” They chime in unison, the most obnoxious and horrifying sound Bennett had heard in years.
Bennett balked, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he could get out more than a squeak. They had to be on something. Or-he couldn’t even think of why-
“She’s thirteen, you sick bas-“ He’d only just started the sentence before a sharp voice rang out across the ground floor of the house.
“Bennett Marrow, you watch your tongue.”
“S-sorry! Sorry. Sorry, mom,” he glances over to the twins just in time to catch them giving each other one of their elaborate high five routines.
He couldn’t help but sigh-it was going to be a very, very long winter break. First person sample: [The muttering at first is quiet and panicked and really, nasally. You'd think he had a headcold, the owner of this voice, but he's got the communicator in his hand and is only half-aware that he's holding down the transmit button.]
Okay, j-jesus, fuck, okay, um, where the hell is my couch and where are my books, I was not here a minute ago...
[There is also obviously something in his mouth-- a toothbrush. He takes it out and holds it, looking for a place to set it down, but there's no SINK, where is he supposed to-- he continues holding it, stupidly, out of a lack of other options.]
Okay, I'm-- I'm, I'm, uh, guessing this is a phone. So. Operator, uh, I guess, please patch me through to whoever my captors are? I don't-- I d-don't know why you'd want me here. Wait, where am I, anyway? Parlez-vous anglais? Aaaah, I don't even know--
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Age: 19
Username: fullmetalkatu
Email: defenderdeja at gmail dot com
IM: verbosemelchior
Character name: Bennett Marrow
Background: Bennett is a native of modern-day Vancouver, born to an American father and a Canadian mother. He's the second son of five children-- a (probably completely insane) neurotic older brother, a set of twin brothers who are younger and total jerks, and a sister who is ten years his junior and the only reason he goes to see his family at Christmas. At the age of nine, an aunt gave him an old copy of the Grimm Brothers Fairy Tales and thus begins a life-long love of folklore... as did as the family's life-long disdain for him. The Marrow Family are all involved in medicine somehow. Bennett is the first person in two generations to decide to be something other than a doctor, the ungrateful lout. God forbid the boy study English Literature-- and that's exactly what he decides to do. The fact that Bennett is the second son doesn't make this any better-- the way Bennett's father planned it out, he was supposed to be the vice president of the hospital he was building at the time of their birth. Bennett, unfortunately for Marrow Sr., was born with a free will and a mind different from the rest of his family.
Bennett graduates high school two years early at age sixteen, and is accepted into a university and is dragged through a slog of culture shock and a reading list as long as he was tall. It takes him five years to graduate for two reasons: He takes more classes than he needs and he figures out that he's pretty much fallen in love with his roommate. After a confusing encounter with said roommate, Bennett finds himself trying to hide a developing sexuality from his family-- not that difficult, considering he's out of the house-- and sabotaging some of his academic career in an attempt to need to stay in school longer to try and be with this man. The roommate drops out, Bennett decides that it was his fault, and, in an act that seems logical at the time, applies and is accepted into graduate school.
In grad school, he begins to develop a course of study of Lycanthropy in general, but mostly in France, something involving something a bit more rooted in reality than he is used to in his folklore-studies: he wants to compare the real disease, clinical lycanthropy-- a rare illness associated with schizophrenia and chronic depression-- to the fiction that so many people know. More than anything, he's hoping to impress his father, trying to tie what he loves back to the real-world medicine that his family practices. Even if they were mostly oncologists. Really, he knows he's just grasping at straws, but, he happens to hear of a hospital nearby that actually has three clinical lycanthropy patients, and he knows he just has to check it out, just to see.
The first two people seem crazy enough, but the third man has an eerie sort of calm about him, and is very quick to anger. What is surprising more than anything is that the man had checked himself into the hospital about a month ago, claiming he had transformed into a wolf and killed a man and maimed two more. Bennett, finding his bravery, pushes his luck and asks more questions, and eventually, leaves. It's already dark and it's a good half-mile walk to the bus stop from where the hospital is in the secluded countryside. He starts off on his little bike, teetering up the road in the bright light of the moon when a dog runs across his path, and he very nearly crashes into the fence. He goes to inspect and see what it was-- nothing, he decides, some sheepdog, maybe-- and gets back on his bike and is almost to the bus stop when he's tackled by a very large wolf.
After that, everything goes to hell for a little bit.
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He is, in every classical sense of the word, a monster.
He collapses outside one of the school buildings on campus after a searing pain tears through his entire being, triggering the most single painful experience of his life-- he transforms from a man into a wolf and completely loses control of his body and his mind. He's able to escape into the woods that night and crawl back the next day, sore, terrified and confused.
And, for the next four years, this becomes Bennett Marrow's life. Once a month, for about twelve hours of one day, Ben is forced into the body of a wolf. He starts to structure his life around it, starts to learn how to control his mind and his body aches. Even as far as werewolves go, he's rather boring. But boring is safe! Ben likes boring. Ben cleans out a room in his apartment to contain his transformations, takes heavy pain medication, starts taking up smoking to calm himself down before and after a change. The focus of his research shifts from lycanthropy to folklore in general once again in an attempt to find any other creatures like what he's become.
However, not long after the end of his first year as an associate professor at his university, Ben's family starts to fall apart. Through a series of events, Bennett's mother ultimately reveals that his youngest sister, Elizabeth, is not his father's daughter. While his parents reel from this, Ben goes home to escort Elizabeth away to let her stay at his place for a while only to be dragged into staying in the Marrow Manor with the rest of his crazy family.
All of this only a day or so before his transformation, which he has to deal with quietly, in the garden shed. Stumbling away and about to dash into the woods and handle his night as a wolf alone, he sees Aidan, his oldest brother, and Elizabeth talking behind one of the trellises of fruits his mother was always trying to get to grow. It's odd, of course, a conversation in the middle of the night-- but when Aidan puts his hands around Elizabeth's throat and starts screaming about impurity, Bennett acts on impulse, not even instinct and rushes to her rescue, biting into Aidan's neck and holding him to the ground until he's still. Elizabeth starts screaming for her mother, the police, anyone, really, and Bennett bolts into the woods. He manages to make it look like he'd been in the house all night once he changes back, pretending he was dead asleep from sleeping pills he didn't take, but he has to handle the guilt on his own. His mother and sister move out of his father's house two days later, and Bennett returns to his book-filled apartment in the city after the funeral to wallow in depression for a month.
Of course, the first day of that month that he rolls out of bed before noon, he happens to wake up in Vertiline.
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He's a hopeless romantic at heart, and has never really had the inquiring mind of a scientist. He writes a lot, about all sorts of things, filling up a shelf of notebooks that he will rarely re-read and never throw away. However, his black-and-white notions of right and wrong are slowly being dismantled because of the recent events in his life-- his honest love of justice and good triumphing over evil, a love from his childhood and all the fairy tales he studies is at war with what is legal and illegal, such as killing your brother to defend someone else's life. He could turn himself in, or he could move on and no one would be any the wiser-- and it's this conflict that's depressed him enough to keep himself locked in his apartment for a month. Bennett is a master of guilting himself into action (or inaction, in this case) and prefers to try and think through a situation before acting. Generally, it's all this thinking that gets him into trouble.
However, in spite of all of that, occasionally, the wolf can take over. His lycanthropy virus is largely sentient, and, given control, entirely malevolent. If the wolf personality overtakes his own, Bennett becomes violent, quick to anger and somewhat dominant-minded. However, that hasn't happened in years, so you should be okay. Right?
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Ben's a fan of button-down shirts and sweater vests and all around generally neat-looking clothes. He dresses like a stereotypical English professor all the time-- nice leather shoes, corduroy or khaki pants and a blazer. Beyond that, he doesn't have much of a sense of fashion. He dresses like an old man all the time.
Since Bennett is a werewolf, his wolf form is a larger-than-average Grey Wolf with more brown fur than grey. His tail is a bit shorter than normal, and he has those same, bright brown eyes.
His PB is Jay Baruchel.
Skills/Abilities: Once a month, Bennett turns into a werewolf! Hooray! To undergo this process, the lycanthropy virus has given him a few little extra things, especially the closer he gets to the change (generally the week before and after the transformation), his senses are MUCH more powerful. His sense of smell is ridiculously improved, his eyesight (for which he normally wears glasses) is bumped up to normal, human 20/20 vision-- he's much more sensitive to sounds and touch, and has a much higher pain tolerance. Which is good, considering his transformation involves every bone in his body breaking. Speaking of that-- he also is able to heal much faster within a few hours of a transformation, but this ability is almost non-existent for the rest of the month. This helps him heal wounds he sustained as a wolf and... allows his bones to properly rearrange themselves and heal all the way through after their multiple fractures.
On top of that, Ben's a decent cook, a brilliant writer and smart as a whip when it comes to literature, fairy tales and things of the like. He can also, sort of, barely play the guitar. He wishes he'd learned the violin. :|
He also retains the ability to be painfully Canadian.
Spoken/Written languages: English, Canadian French and Traditional French. He'll wander into Canadian French when he gets sort of absent-minded or is trying to be cute/funny/what have you. However, in a conversation, he always starts out in Standard French and lapses back into Canadian French once he gets comfortable. He used to speak Standard French FAR more frequently, but he's since stopped his frequent communication with the professors he'd been working with.
Items: Bennett appears at Vertiline wearing his pajamas that he hasn't changed out of in almost four days at this point-- he's got a pack of cigarettes in one pocket and a bottle of vicuprofrin in the other, and a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He really was about to get in a shower, seriously! He'd already taken his glasses off and everything, so he doesn't have those.
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“MARROW!” The cry came in unison and in stereo-the awful war cry of Bennett’s younger twin brothers, Colin and Darin. If Bennett had to compare them to anything, they were smaller, identical, attractive versions of himself. Given that they were related, this was probably a good thing (especially because no one could ever figure out how the Incredibly Blonde Elizabeth, Bennett’s youngest sister, could possibly be related to the Very Brunette Marrow Clan; it might also explain why she was the only one who treated him civilly in the house). He could hear them thumping down the stairs above him and he fought to get out of his shoes faster and make a run for it-
Too late.
This was just how it worked-Bennett came home to the Marrow Manor for any given holiday, and the twins were immediately within two feet of him, dragging him down to their height to give him noogies, Indian Burns, wet willies, whatever.
“Guys! Guys, come on, get off!” Bennett swatted at the wiry teenagers, trying to dislodge one from his back. The other gleefully shoved a spitball in his ear. With a cry of disgust and a whirl, he finally flung the one off his back. “G-god!” In the moment one sixteen-year-old was dislodged the other tried to tackle him to the ground-succeeding only in throwing him into the door frame. “What the h-h-heck did I do? Some greeting!”
One brown-eyed brunet smiled at the other. Bennett had lived with these boys most of their lives and still could not, for the life of him, tell them apart.
“So, heard you found yourself a girlfriend, Marrow.” The one he was pretty sure was Colin tilted his head to the side.
“Not bad, good job, bro.”
Bennett fought back the urge to clutch at his chest. WHAT. Who-are they being facetious? Are they talking about John? They’d never met his roommate, how could they-
“Didn’t think blondes were your type,” said the first one.
“Didn’t think incest was your thing, either, but whatever boats your float, man,” added Darin with a sharp bark of laughter.
“We won’t tell mom you’ve got the hots for Lizzie, don’t worry!” They chime in unison, the most obnoxious and horrifying sound Bennett had heard in years.
Bennett balked, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he could get out more than a squeak. They had to be on something. Or-he couldn’t even think of why-
“She’s thirteen, you sick bas-“ He’d only just started the sentence before a sharp voice rang out across the ground floor of the house.
“Bennett Marrow, you watch your tongue.”
“S-sorry! Sorry. Sorry, mom,” he glances over to the twins just in time to catch them giving each other one of their elaborate high five routines.
He couldn’t help but sigh-it was going to be a very, very long winter break.
First person sample: [The muttering at first is quiet and panicked and really, nasally. You'd think he had a headcold, the owner of this voice, but he's got the communicator in his hand and is only half-aware that he's holding down the transmit button.]
Okay, j-jesus, fuck, okay, um, where the hell is my couch and where are my books, I was not here a minute ago...
[There is also obviously something in his mouth-- a toothbrush. He takes it out and holds it, looking for a place to set it down, but there's no SINK, where is he supposed to-- he continues holding it, stupidly, out of a lack of other options.]
Okay, I'm-- I'm, I'm, uh, guessing this is a phone. So. Operator, uh, I guess, please patch me through to whoever my captors are? I don't-- I d-don't know why you'd want me here. Wait, where am I, anyway? Parlez-vous anglais? Aaaah, I don't even know--
Anyone out there? Anyone at all?
[And, just before he hangs up:]
G-gah! Where's my lighte--
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