[CLOSED] When Tower Angels Fall | Dystopian Podcast Series
RufusJuice for Lowlife Jack
30s – 50s. Cold. Crude. Dark.
A drunken scab of a man working under Turner, the leader of Victoria’s rival cartel. He’s low as they come on the food chain, but he’s gagging to prove his uses in whatever perverse way he can. Finds an opportunity to do so when he misconstrues someone’s identity, backing both her and himself into a corner.
Voice type: low pitch, any British accent – preferably non-RP.
[suspicious, agitated]
Hell d’you know about that drug whore, anyway? (His target begins walking away) Oi – oi – no, I wasn’t done with you!
[threatening, dark and rather enjoying himself; he’s chased his prey into a corner, but can’t see where she’s hiding]
You think I don’t know that door, little girl? Every junkie in the goddamn city knows the sound o’ those chains… Now, I don’t wanna hurt you. I don’t, truly. Can’t speak for Tommy back there, but… he does know how to treat ‘em right like that.
[sarcastic, soft; has discovered her hiding with a knife]
Ooh, very hard, aren’t you…? (He withdraws a switchblade) But, see… that makes two of us. So why don’t you—AGH! (he cries out in pain)
