Narration & Drama Reel
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Hey, Spawn. But it was too late. A pair of rock like arms pinned his body face first against the glass. The punk tried to twist around and world Hey, is that you? The figure held him firmly. Hi, Eddie, man. Come on, E chi out. But when two tone looked into the mirror, he saw the figure. Pinning him was not his friend at all. The face was Pokemon and scarred. Two lifeless eyes stared out like coal from behind wire rim glasses. The man leaned fourth, placing his mouth against two tones. Strange voice choked. Did he have the ring? Two tone post. What was the right answer? Anu, the voice demand it. Two nodded affirmatively, hoping honesty would pay. It did not. Seconds later, he slipped to the floor, his neck broken. The trial by friends CAFTA as far as one could see in the moonlight, which was now illuminating only a small rectangular patch on the floor. By each of the two tour windows, the room was fitted out with ponderous old furniture. It was a large, lofty room. The clients of this legal aid must feel quite lost in it. Her car imagined he could see their timid steps as they approached the enormous desk. But then he forgot all about this. He had eyes on Lee for the nurse, who was sitting really close to him, almost pressing him against the arm of the city. Jack and Skipper decided to see if their friends needed any help. They run quickly down Lollipop Lane towards the docks and then overheard Captain Pugwash on his ship, our own never plug all these holes before the storm heads. What's a captain without his shop? Just then, Jack leaned over the wall and said, Whatever is the matter, Captain, Skipper and I will help. Isn't that right? Scape skipper leapt up onto the wall on let out unenthusiastic bark. It was leaning over the railing and staring into the deaths of the Trans lt ours rumbling shaft commander. There was no response, he continued, staring down with a blank look of shock, as if in a trance, Susan followed his gaze over the bannister. For a moment, she could see nothing except wisps of steam. Then suddenly she saw it, a figure six storeys below it's appeared briefly in the billows of steam. There it was again, a tangled mass of twisted limbs lying 90 feet below them filch. Our true Keone was sprawled across the sharp eye in fins of the main generator. His body was darkened and burned, But the most chilling image of all was not of char true Keone, but of someone else. Another body halfway down, the long staircase hiding in the shadows. The muscular frame was unmistakable. It was great, Hale.