Pack Street Fanread Chapter 4
Astridsvoices for Charlie
If there was a mascot for the phrase "shifty fox" Charlie Foxtrot would be it. She's well known around Pack Street as a go to for information and commodities not normally found in the day to day. Running hustles and liberating stolen assets to get them she'll often drag packmates along with her in her well thought out and not at all hairbrained plans. Charlie's emotions are hard to peg, and she either can't or won't acknowledge social ques, sometimes even ones as simple as wearing clothing in front of others as seen in chapter 4. Her voice is gender ambiguous at most times, changing only when she dons a dress and wig in the Pack Street special Transformation to a more gentle and effeminate take. This role will be cast with long term goals in mind.
When trying out for Charlie, go for a scratchy gender neutral voice to match the shifty vixen. For line three try for a soft spoken and shy 'lady' whose goals don't involve liberating your wallet.
And remember, 3 takes please!
"No, I'm holding your wallet hostage for a Double Roach Deluxe. With firefly sauce. Completely different but I can arguably see why you might get confused.
'-Oh, you really shouldn't leave your social security card in here. That should be kept in a safe place."
They say the man who can keep a secret may be wise, but he is not half as wise as the man with no secrets to keep. I say only a dead man has no secrets left, and even then I wouldn't wager.
A quick rummage reveals a bevy of beauty products fit for a queen. I wonder for a moment if our resident Egyptian wouldn't love to get her claws on these, but knowing her sharp tongue, I think she'd prefer to leverage them into taunts against me than employ them for herself. Not that I haven't grown used to her barbs, but on a topic this sensitive, I don't relish the thought of her knowing.
Jar by jar, bottle by bottle, my countertop collection grows to its full glory. I've gotten quite handy at applying eyeshadow -- a light touch. I'm a lady, after all. Not a whore. Mascara blooms my meager lashes into swooping, gorgeous black wings. Lipstick too, but just a whisper. I even it out with a practiced kiss.
[effeminately/higher pitched]
"What? Oh, tee-hee! I'm just out here for a fundraiser, that's all!"
"Oh sir, you're going to make me blush."
Thank you for your audition!
Thank you for the opportunity!