Humanity At Its Purest
Project Overview
Lead Role, must be comfortable with singing
Prostitute, from 1857 London, Cockney accent.
Sells her body for her alcohol addiction, dies because she got too drunk and went into the road to then get trampled by a horse and carriage (there were no cars since it was 1857).
How difficult is it to find some good whiskey nowadays? Well, definitely more difficult for a wh*re.
Y’know, you’re a *real* ‘andsome one… and ya clearly ‘ave a few coppers or two to spare.
Don't... don't be like that, guv'nor! Look at me—ain't I a pretty sight?
War hero that ate people because she had to during the war, but quickly gained an addiction for it, died because she got an illness and died gruesomely (this role is not for the faint at heart).
Lead character.
Was it really my fault? Fuck them all, fuck the voices in my head that tell me it is. It’s far too late now. The fire’s boiling, and I lay here on death's final hinge.
I’m not.. insane! Just.. misunderstood.
Murdered people because they slut-shamed her and got a reputation quickly, died because she choked on something (I know, pathetic).
NEEDS A EUROPEAN ACCENT.
Does it really matter in the end? A slut they called me. Smile more, they said. So I took away their smiles.
According to these voices, I’m a hooker! And according to me.. these voices can rot in the fires of hell.
thief, wasn’t poor but stole anyway, died because he got executed.
French, he/they pronouns, so no gender preferred
My last words to the Lord? Oui. Tell him, that all his work, all his soul’s making, it shall burn one day.
Eh bien, n'est-ce pas un accueil chaleureux…
Your average racist man from the 1920s, dies because he got killed by his own slaves as he slept.
Lead role.
Why would I respect those. Why would I act like a give a SH*T about their kind. I’m doing them a favour. I am their god.
I think there’s been a mistake. Me? In Hell? Ha! I was PURE.
Australian, no one trusts them, seems friendly but no one knows why they’re in hell.
Hey there, mate! Me, you ask? I’m Syd, pleasure, quite a pleasure. Well, I daresay you look like you ain’t from here… tell me your story pal!
Nah, I’m just the average guy, ay?
L. Just L. No one knows his full name, but they do know he’s dangerous.
Very quiet, but deep. Male. Deranged (but only a little bit).
It circles, doesn’t it? From left to south, from north to right…
All I can hear now are the screams. And everything is tainted red. Red… what a lovely colour. Lovely.. lovely… lovely…
Charlie (a lead)’s best friend, holds her as she dies.
Italian, but accent isn’t mandatory.
Stays with Charlie all throughout her sickness, even though he wasn’t sure if it was infectious.
(*slightly shaky and sobbing voice) please, char, please don’t leave me, I beg, one bite, one sip, one BREATH more, please Charlie, don’t go—
Bubbly girl, Addy’s friend, finds Addy dead but doesn’t go to hell.
Dear me, it was definitely an experience watchin’ him fall!
But if you think about it… wouldn’t the world feel so much better if there were smiles?