voice testing

[candylander]

If this is what freedom looks like, I've wasted a long goddamn time praying for it.

You want something from me? I get a cigarette first. That's how the bartering system works, and how it'll work around here from now on. Give and take. You take everything I had left, and I get some lousy sticks of ash in return.

I won't be doing any singing during my stay here either. If you want something to rhyme with your name so badly, sing the damn song yourself.

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[undersexed]

[ It doesn't sound like Fiona but... ]

Fiona?

[candylander]

[She glares in response.]

My name is Betty.

[Well, not really.]

I don't know who you want to see, but I'm definitely not her.

[undersexed]

[ She feels herself flinch slightly at that glare, not able to help it. Maybe she really is dealing with someone else. ]

Sorry. You just... you look like someone I know. Like, exactly like her.

[candylander]

Well, I don't know you.

[She plays with her hair, breaking off her glare to look down at her feet.]

You got a name?

[allthatblood]

[ You're not his mom, what are you some kinda government experiment. ]

Definitely not freedom. Now someone gets to pull all your strings like a goddamn puppet.

[candylander]

[She would think it's Kit, but her judgement on these things seems to be getting clouded lately.]

I've been a puppet for a looong time. Only now, I have the clarity to tell who's pulling the strings.

/late/

[denokandafaran]

You know, I've got plenty of cigarettes.

[candylander]

You got a way out of here too?

[denokandafaran]

Out of the asylum? Already out. Thought I got you out too, actually.

Out of here? Easiest way's into a game. Where I'm at, I've got a business, a home. Cigarettes.

[candylander]

What's the catch then?

[denokandafaran]

The catch? You've got to sign a six month contract.