Post by Systemcat on May 25, 2021 18:53:15 GMT -6
I'm fine with using FaceBook that way. I just hope the connection is good. It's been off and on how I've experienced it.
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That looks like the type of profile I'm used to seeing on the site mentioned earlier. For voice acting not normally being a thing for you, you have the presentation down for representing your information.
I'm not particular to any accent. I say if the person can voice it well, let them. Just don't make things feel very off. I'm fine with you presenting UK Derbyshire and I'm not sure I've ever heard Icelandic before so I have no opinion. I will state the character of Heather is from Virginia but at least to my observation a southern drawl wouldn't be common place heard in that state. Use your best judgement call to voice acting on accent used. This story is set in Washington DC.
Use tone how deemed fit to story usage.
All J.O.Y. ( JOY ) agents are in their teens. Jake and Heather are in their late teens.
Because I really do consider what I write to be alternate universe fan fiction. Please do not try to voice replicate vocal performances from the canon cartoon. Invent as you see fit.
Not said in this clip, the man Jake is talking with is Dabble.
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Today Jake Anatech given an order for a small pizza and handed money to buy it. Being forced to come into the science division's work space. He kept his eyes low entering the lab area."Who ordered a pizza?" He asked, with his attention fixed on the floor just before him.
"With pineapple and mushrooms on it?" Questioned a man from some where off in the distance of the room.
Sickened by the thought of the toppings and making a face reflecting that feeling, Jake answered the questioning man. "Yes, unfortunately."
"Bring it here," the man who had ordered the somewhat gross Italian dish waved for Jake to come to him.
Seeing Jake start to slowly move forward, and at that minus being looked up at him to see for who the teenager had to deliver the pie to. The worker requested Jake to do something the JOY agent was avoiding. "Look up, and head over here."
Jake did as ordered, his brown eyes looked and quickly found the ordering scientist or tech, he wasn't sure which. The man was plump with glasses and soft in hair color. The work space surrounding him, not as strange to see as what he'd encountered back when he'd first stepped foot in it a few years back when he had just started working for JOY.
Moving towards the man, though Jake did finally catch sight of a, pausing he wasn't sure. He also feared his own guessing at the sight. Looking at a table that was mostly barren, laid on top of it a dog of good size, a white and black spotted lanky boxer. Whether it was breathing or not, he wasn't sure. Had they killed the poor beast for their studies or was it just playing a trick.
"The dog," that was all he could say questioning, pointing at the animal laying completely still on the ivory table top.
"Is dead," exclaimed a woman passing by Jake, as she with care carried a beaker of some kind of greenish-blue fluid to a station, filled it's self with other fluids of all sorts of colors.
Looking not to the woman but to the fat man that had ordered the sickening pizza. Now feeling more sick, Jake had an exclamation of his own to say, "You keep dead animals in here!?"
"Lunch first gopher boy." The man replied, not answering to Jake's statement but seeming to say he might with the presentation of food.