[CLOSED] When Tower Angels Fall | Dystopian Podcast Series
KezzaChi (Kezzaronia) for Hikaru
Mid-late teens. Bookish. Scatter-brained. Burnt out gifted kid.
The self-appointed ‘secretary’ of the oil rig. Hikaru is obsessively writing a book of their story, taking down everything that happens for the future of humanity. They’re so caught up in their own past that they think they can distract themselves with the future. It’s like Hikaru lives in a world of their own fiction, keeping the loneliness at bay – one chapter at a time.
Voice type: medium-high pitch, any accent, flexible, on the edge of laughter or a mental breakdown with every breath - they never quite know which
This role is exclusively open to non-White VAs who identify as Trans, NB and/or gender non-conforming.
[awkward, breathless, fast]
Hi– hi, Sol – how’s everything down here? Weather’s bit mad at the mo, huh? Can you hear it? Probably. I mean, you hear everything in this place. Not you, like, specifically, but – y’know – the collective ‘you.’ Plural. All-inclusive. Us. Not you. But also you, because – sorry, forgot what I was gonna say - fuck!
[irritable, sincere, sad]
It’s important to me! Books are important, okay? Words, stories – they’re all we have. They’re about all we have that keeps us human anymore. (Beat) Not that I really feel all that human these days…
[distant, emotional, soft; reading from a book and falling apart as they do]
“Winter, and his children shivered at the front gate, silhouetted against a blazing house. Winter and a man walked into the street, dropped his glasses, and show a dog. S-Summer, and he… watched his children's heart break.
