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[Jack looks quite ill as he comes on screen: there are dark circles beneath his eyes, and there's a faint sheen of sweat on his face. He also looks a bit thinner than he did, though no one might actually notice that one. It's not severe, after all.]

Listen, uh, I-- I know you guys don't know me too well, and you got a lotta other stuff on your mind, but, uh, help a guy out, yeah? I ain't had no cigarette in about four days and I'm dyin' for it. Anythin' anybody's got, you know? I promise I'll do somethin' for you in return, I don't give a damn what, but-- anythin'. Please.

Please.

[He tries for a winning sort of smile, rather fails, and shuts the communicator.]

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Yeah? What're you missin'?

A vast wardrobe, several dozens of hair and skin care products, ninety-nine percent of my accessories, my iPhone, my car...

And I realize they don't precisely qualify as belongings, but let's throw in my friends and family, too.

What are you, a dame? Come on.

I hardly think being conscientious about appearance makes one a dame. At least I'm not requesting lung cancer.

It does when you want stuff for your hair. An' I don't have no lung whatever, so shows what you know.

[A small laugh at that, because is this guy for real?]

Just who are you, anyway?

Jack Kelly. You?

Kurt Hummel. Pleased to make your acquaintance, I suppose.

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Ooh, and ain't you sweet. You suppose?

Well, you've been incredibly rude so far.

I'm a little on edge here, if that ain't exactly obvious.

[A sigh.]

I'm sorry. It is difficult to adjust to being here-- I still haven't, and I arrived over a month ago.

Yeah, well, you me both, all right.

[A few seconds pass. Grudgingly:]

Where you from?

Lima, Ohio. Yourself?

New York, New York. What year?

2012-- You're from New York? [Interest: piqued.]

Yeah, Lower East Side, 1899. What, you like the city?

I love it! It's my destiny!

--Wait, did you say 1899?

[He smiles a little, because he's heard that before-- both parts of it.]

Yep. Four months away from the new century.

What was it like then?

Crowded an' dirty, but it was easy to move up in the world, so it wasn't all that bad.

What about--um, theater?

[He feels kind of ridiculous for asking that, and bites his lip, turning away.]

[He laughs softly.]

I'm friends with the owner o' a theater. I used to spend half me childhood there.

Do you like performing?

Me? Nah. I just like the lady who owns the place. Why, you?

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