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Description

A Northern lass, an upper class manipulator, and a rich socialist get ready to hit the rowing lake at oxford university

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) British (England - Yorkshire & Humber) British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)

Transcript

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It's a bit early for cheerleading, isn't it? Can't we do it in a couple of hours? Ben. Committee work isn't 9 to 5. It's a full 24 hour around the clock. Do or die. Responsibility. Are you in Rupert Trout? Or are you the risk averse mouse? I think you are? Who decided to repeal the cancellation off Heat magazine subscription when the going got tough? Rupert? Ah, Andi, I'll need to bring an umbrella. It looks like it's going to be wet. Ben, I said, Are you in? Will you be my comrade this morning? Pax? Rupert, Sis. Rupert brightens at the mention of the word comrade and offers his hand to Ben. Rupert, if you put it like that, why not? This peaceful diplomacy actually works, doesn't it? Ben? I've learned a valuable lesson since yesterday, and I want to thank you for teaching me how to grow. I'm a humbled man, Rupert. So will you join me? I've got the student ink coming later on to take pictures of us together. Thought it would be a good idea to get the two of us in the university paper after that silly tweet you sent yesterday group it and the rowing team. Ben. Yes, very keen on that, too. As I said, keen as mustard, I'm going to make some breakfast as it's going to be a tiring morning. Do you want to wake Poppy while I make some toast? She's more likely to answer if you knock her up, Rupert. Well, of course she is. I haven't ignored her since she's being here, Have I? Rupert's tries a number of methods to entice Poppy from her room, including slapping at her door, shouting through the key hold and singing. Morning, morning, morning. Up, up, up four of its last act whistling through the door hinges. Ben chooses to watch from the kitchen doorway while munching on some toast. Rupert, would you like to stop eating my seeded whole grain bread and actually lend me a hand, Ben, while sauntering slowly up to 200 eh? Leave it to the expert. He knocks offensively loudly on Poppy's door. Come on, come on. School alert. There's a fire in the microwave. Open this door before the cavalry arrive. Katie Priceless is here to sign an autograph. Poppy emerges half asleep and half in tears. Poppy, **** off. and die pretty waking me up. Why can't you be normal? Leave me alone then puts his arm around Poppy, who then sobs tightly into his armpit. Then that now isn't it better to be up and alert than in bed? Wasting the morning poppy while moaning pathetically No! Aah! Ben shoves his toast into poppies face, and she's drugs away from it in disgust. Ben! Oh, come on, Pop. Stur, don't cry. Everyone in the college is going down to the boathouse to do some lovely rowing. Won't you come along with Rupert and help him put on his rubber ring? The thing is, he can't swim. Very well. Is duck a phobic and get swimmer's ear at the drop of Anaugh. Rupert, that go of her? You're making her upset. Rupert places his arm protectively over poppies, other shoulder, and the two tussle her too, and froze for a few seconds. Eventually, Ben releases her inside was away nonchalantly. Poppy, Why is that always something going on? Why can't you just f off? I don't give a **** about rowing is just another bit of crap that you're making me do when I don't want to. Rupert, He woke me up to, but it's in a good cause. It's over. Women's sport, Poppy. I'm tired and I hate all sport, especially rowing. Women's rowing is the worst thing I can imagine. Ben's phone beeps he reaches inside the skin tight pocket of his short and extract his phone with his index finger and thumb. Tessa to Ben Plus, leaving Tom's now amazing dinner last night. How was committee meeting or get sorted? Bet you a fab meet you down at the Post House in 10 Ben rolls his eyes and shoves his phone back into his pocket. It beeps once more, and he repeats his actions in perfect symmetry down to the final expression of exasperation. Tessa to Ben. Can you pick me up a bottle of every on on the way? Please? Please. I left my purse somewhere. Thanks. Dolls X x X smiley face