[CLOSED] When Tower Angels Fall | Dystopian Podcast Series
Lee for December
Early teens. Mischievous. Curious. Uncouth.
The youngest on the rig, and she’s going to milk it for all it’s worth. She looks up to Hikaru like an older sibling, but positively lives to tease them the second she gets bored. Which happens a lot. She sees their escape to the rig as a triumph, an ‘F-U’ to society, but is at last beginning to feel the weight of its monotony.
Voice type: Any accent. December is roughly 13 so her voice should have a youthful quality, but should not sound like a full-blown child with a high-pitched ‘girly’ voice. She’s much more of a ‘tomboy,’ and her voice should have an edge to reflect this. Just experiment and have fun!
[conversational, upbeat, far too invested in the story]
There’s this bit of wall upstairs, show you it later. Been watchin’ it for, like, two hours. Paint’s peelin’ in this really weird way, makes it look like a dick. Well, sort of. Kinda like one o’ those diagrams you get in the textbooks? ‘Cept, obviously, it’s peeling down – not up – so, y’know, sad day for the wall boner.
[impatient, theatrical]
Ugh, hurry up already! What, d’you wanna say a prayer? “Our Father, who fucked off from Heaven, shallow be thy grave!”
[furious, accusatory]
You didn’t even know him! He wasn’t yours, he was mine! My family, so why do you get to keep pulling this shit about losing him – it’s fucking weird! I mean, isn’t it?!
[nervous, stuttering, growing slowly in confidence - reading a story she has written out loud for the first time]
“There was a girl who… who loved a man who loved… to talk. But the girl was different… E-Everyday, she could only say five words before her voice was stolen. It was a curse from a witch who had loved her father. Her father spoke all day of how he loved the witch, but he never meant it once…”
