Voice Testing || Canon is 'Hustle'

[threesocksfixer]

 Ah, look here, mun... Now, I appreciate it's supposed to be a compliment and all, this, uh, this picking a bloke up and playing him thing. But see, the thing is, where the bleeding hell are you going to put me, eh? Options are limited and how's a chap to earn an honest living if he can't even work the Flop anymore?

And Mick, Stace, Ems and Albert won't be around, yeah? Not even Danny or Sean, and it just wouldn't be the same without them, would it?

All I'm saying is, if you do this, you've got to do it properly, alright?

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[dammitmother]

The Flop?

[Intrigued, because she knows a place that goes by a similar name...]

[threesocksfixer]

Yeah, you ever hear of it?

[dammitmother]

Not that particular name, but I knew a place with a name a lot like that, once. Means I have a few guesses what sort of place it might be.

[threesocksfixer]

Really? ['Place'? Not a fellow grifter then, if she thinks it's a place. Ah, might as well gather some information while he's at it.] You couldn't tell me more about it, could you? See if it rings any bells?

[dammitmother]

[Narrowed eyes, because she's sizing him up. No glimmer of illusions about him, must be human then.]

The kind of place you go when you've got nowhere else to.

[threesocksfixer]

_{[Oh, he recognizes that type of look. Have a smile in return as he returns the favor. Tough sort of bird, it seems.]}

So, uh, a desperate sort of place, is it?

[dammitmother]

[Oh quite. And not the sort to easily smile back.]

It can be. But then so can anywhere else.

[threesocksfixer]

Yeah? Been there many times yourself, have you?

_{[Maybe not that place in specific, but that point, at least.]}

[dammitmother]

Once or twice.

[threesocksfixer]

_{[He pulls out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes, shaking one loose from the rest and offering it to her.]}

How'd you get out of such sticky situations then?

[dammitmother]

Skill, sheer stubbornness, a little bit of luck. And friends.

[But she'll wave off the offer of a cigarette with a friendly half-smile to indicate that he should go ahead.]

[threesocksfixer]

_{[Fingers cupping around the end of the cigarette, Ash deftly lights it up, blowing a stream of smoke from the corner of his mouth.]}

Well that certainly sounds about right. I can manage the first three all right on my own, but it's not the same without that last bit, eh?

[dammitmother]

Pretty much. Though I've not always been as good about letting them help as I should be.

[threesocksfixer]

Yeah, well that's never easy, is it? You want to tell 'em, but timing's never right.

[dammitmother]

Yeah. And it's been... kind of an interesting year besides. Chinese curse interesting. Makes for more bad timing than it doesn't.

[threesocksfixer]

_{[Have a sympathetic sort of grimace.]}

And you don't want to go looking in case those other curses pop up as well, do you?

[dammitmother]

Yeah, I've dealt with more than enough of those for my taste.

[He may be speaking figuratively or not--but she's not.]

[threesocksfixer]

Yeah? Sounds like there's an interesting story or two there...

[dammitmother]

There are. Unfortunately, being a PI means client confidentiality a lot of the time.

[And being one of the fae in a modern world that doesn't believe in faerie does it the other times]

[threesocksfixer]

<sub>[A PI? Now that could be a useful contact to have.

There's a quiet chuckle as he flicks ash off the end of his cigarette.]</sub>

Oh come on... 'a lot of the time' doesn't mean 'always', now does it?

[londongrifter]

Aw, I knew you always loved me really, Ash. [Have a cheeky grin.]

[threesocksfixer]

Yeah, well, any port in a storm, eh?

[londongrifter]

I'll take that as a compliment. You've not seen Emma around, then? [Instant worry for little baby bro.]

[threesocksfixer]

Nah. [He knows how Sean gets.] But she'll be with Mickey and Albert.

_{[And if there are any two grifters you could count on to help you out of sticky situations, it's those two.]}

'Sides, Ems knows how to take care of herself. Can't be as difficult as looking after you.

[londongrifter]

[Hmm. Still not so sure about Mickey sniffing around his precious sister but he will let it lie. Albert was with them, so it should be okay.]

I don't need that much looking after any more! [Keep telling yourself that, Sean.]

[threesocksfixer]

Well, guess that says something 'bout how much you needed before, eh?