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  1. *Cokie drops the speaking lever* I believe so. We met while I was doing nature photography. I wrote down your name but it smudged on my hand. My mistake. Want to meet up for another hike? *The speech fades to static.*
  2. *The whine of metal on metal reaches a fever pitch before the nail grinding against the chain and gear gives way. A whirring is heard as Cokie pedals furiously. Dropping the broadcast clutch and rocking the speaking lever forward, Cokie begins.* Kalo, get in touch. Got something for you. *The speech fades to a piercing mechanical screech, eventually fading to static.*
  3. *Cokie begins pedaling the device, after a few moments the screen on his transmitter begins to glow with life. A minute of constant pedaling later Cokie drops the broadcasting clutch and depresses the talking lever. A soft whirring can be heard behind the speech.* Hello, I am calling to inform you that your package has arrived at our department. Mister... *Cokie looks down at his hand, and frowns. The name he had written on his palm in permanent marker has become smudged, making the last name illegible. The message fades to static for a moment as Cokie remembers to keep both hands on the tuning handles.* Mister..... Collin? Well. Sorry, it was pretty wet. You remember the arrangement so you know what's up. *A few screeching notes from a off-key calliope burst across the airwaves in a grim facsimile of a advertising jingle* Thank you for using Cokie's Delivery Service!
  4. Cokie Blaylock is a good natured nature photographer. Before the world ended, Cokie Blaylock sold insurance over the phone for Denny Clayme Health Insurance. He wasn't the worst at it, and it didn't bother him that his bosses would occasionally spend a minute or two yelling at him about "meeting quotas" or "securing sales" every few days. Cokie Blaylock didn't care, because he had a system: when the stress, his bosses, or his dread at what his life had become hit him he would put down everything and drive out to the country with his binoculars, camera, and bucket hat. He was at home when out on the trails, photographing nature. He yearned for the simple life animals lived, free from all the stresses and responsibilities of the modern world. When the world ended, something snapped in just about everyone, but not Cokie Blaylock, because he had a system: he put down everything, drove out to the country, binoculars, bucket hat, and camera packed in a jansport under his seat. While the zombies got in his way, there was a whole host of new animals to observe and photograph in the ruins of Chernarus, animals that looked like men.
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