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voicetest2014-08-15 04:31 pm
themaninthebooth) wrote in voicetest2014-08-15 04:31 pm
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Setting is a local diner, modern day | Canon: The Booth at the End
There is a 24-hour diner. A diner that serves a variety of normal treats from coffee to cream puffs to pastrami sandwiches. The waitresses, the cooks, the owner have all lived normal lives and serve normal people.
Today there is a Man in the diner. A Man that you only heard about in rumors. A Man heard of in joking tones, but with eyes that said they were deadly serious. Some call him a manipulator. Some call him a mentor. Some call him an angel. Some call him a devil.
He is The Man sitting in the booth at the end of the diner.
He appears to spend his time writing down things in a large, black, leather-bound notebook. He orders whatever seems to suit his fancy at any given moment, but his attention remains on the book.
He's waiting for you. Waiting to make a deal to help get you what you want. All you have to do is sit down... and ask for it.
Today there is a Man in the diner. A Man that you only heard about in rumors. A Man heard of in joking tones, but with eyes that said they were deadly serious. Some call him a manipulator. Some call him a mentor. Some call him an angel. Some call him a devil.
He is The Man sitting in the booth at the end of the diner.
He appears to spend his time writing down things in a large, black, leather-bound notebook. He orders whatever seems to suit his fancy at any given moment, but his attention remains on the book.
He's waiting for you. Waiting to make a deal to help get you what you want. All you have to do is sit down... and ask for it.
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"As opposed to what, sitting?"
The bell to the diner door jingles softly, signaling someone's entrance. To be precise, it was two someones, both of them so similar in appearance it was eerie. Their hairstyles matched, and their clothes (strange style, like something out of the 1930s) also matched save for the face that one was a woman and the other a man.
"I fail to see the point in this endeavor." Rosalind stated tensely as she entered behind Robert, showing less tolerance than her brother.
"The point is very simple." Robert replied, the slightest bit of humor in his tone. "We're hungry, we're getting something to eat."
Rosalind glowered at him, but went in to take a seat, ending up near The Man. Robert joined her a moment later. "We could have stayed home."
"Home does not have French fries."
"...A fair point."
Yeah, they're going to babble like this for a while, unless someone speaks up.
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...Yet, as the discussion continues, the Man does keep in mind that he has work to do. Work that can't be interrupted for long. Eventually, he does volunteer some words.
"May I help you?"
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"I suppose you could-"
"If we needed any sort of help." They stated, Robert ending Rosalind's sentence seamlessly. "Though, I do believe we are in need of some assistance."
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"What do you desire?"