[CLOSED] When Tower Angels Fall | Dystopian Podcast Series
Raqus for Ezra
Late 20s/early 30s. Insecure. Impulsive. Forgiving.
The rig’s last semblance of a leader. Life’s beaten him down, but he’s determined to keep others happy because of it - usually at the cost of his own fragile happiness. Ezra is a gentle soul at heart, but is often forced into harsh words and actions by the constant tensions aboard the rig.
Voice type: medium-low pitch, weathered, perhaps with a bit of growl or rasp.
A British Northern accent is compulsory - e.g. Manchester, Newcastle, Lancashire, Scottish, etc.
[jittery, awkward, angry, trying to maintain composure]
Start again. Jus’ – jus’ start again. We been bare arguin’ like an hour, so all o’ yous jus’ shut it. Ain’t even know their goddamn names, and you accusin’ ‘em of God knows what, so we gonna – okay – right… Right. I’m Ezra.
[hushed, distant, mournful]
Said she saw God’s eyes in the water. Tried to jump, couldn’t swim. Pulled her back inside, myself, but… think she went insane ‘fore the end...
[furious, authoritative, shouting]
Said they’re staying, didn’t I?! You don’t like it, go fuck off up to Wonderland! Now, for the last time, I’m in charge – HEAR?!
[bitter, agitated]
I didn’t leave. I was… I was gone ‘fore all the resurgence shit. Twelve years, or summin. Boat they stole, I stowed away. I ain’t plan for shit, ain’t stand for anti-establishment or freedom or nothing, I just couldn’t take sleepin’ at that pier no more.
