just a sheep among the wolves

Elaine. 10. Sister of Rapture. Resident of Columbia. || bioshock oc. ||

[dantearistotle]

A city where the artist would not fear the censor. Where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality. Where the great would not be constrained by the small.

[agnuminterlupos-blog]

Captain: she's still kind of instinctually put off by mother figures so that probably explains why all her time is spent with creepy men

tץlєг.: it ok david can take care of her he has a big fuckin house with horrible interior design and orange carpets BUT ITS HIS

Captain: orange carpets

Captain: omg

tץlєг.: YEAH

tץlєг.: http://i.ytimg.com/vi/EUFnSW46QQg/0.jpg I FUCKIN TOLD U

Captain: OHM Y GOD THAT HOUSE IS HIDEOUS

tץlєг.: that's why he doesn't have eyes

Captain: fuk

[choke-on-glitter]

[ ❀ ] meet the blogger:

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Name: captain/kate Height: 5' Eye colour: greenish?? Birthday: may 5th Favourite colour: purple Best school subject(s): latin Current shirt colour: blue, sanic the hedgeman 8) Day or night: night Religion: atheist Sexual Orientation: bisexual but it tend to prefer girls :v Single or taken: it's a little complicated Celebrity crush: anthony mackie, maisie williams, sebstan, natalie dormer, lorde, scarlett johansson, jodelle ferland, and...........a lot more /sweats Coffee or tea: i drink both like i should drink water

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ooc.

redid my whole theme. x_x i'll be redoing a bunch of my pages soon as well!

now to pass out. send an ask if you'd like to plot/request my skype, or tag me in something and i'll definitely respond to you! :**

[agnuminterlupos-blog]

entitatem:

  for such things to fall through   an unknown object and land in   such a horrid place, even this   monster cannot help but feel   absolute sympathy for the poor   girl.   he stoops only a slight bit lower,   taking in the smallest details of   the child’s facial features with   only the small lively sparks that   lie within eye sockets.               the walrider brushes a hand out,               expecting to go right through, but               when it lands gently against the               upper arm of a solid… breathing…                                                                      unfortunately                                                                          doomed                                                                              girl.   “ no. “   is the only thing he says at first.   but she needs… more explanation.   “ you….. you are in danger…. ”

Contact yields withdrawal, prompting an expression of mild discomfort to tug at sickly, youthful features. In the process of shying away, brows have furrowed.

      Warning...          or threat?

The child inhales quickly through her nose, preparing to belt out a scream— but she remembers that won't help her like it used to, and so instead she worries the inside of her cheek.

   If she had only just    l  i  s  t  e  n  e  d .

A shaky inhale later, and her response comes almost breathlessly;

"Are you going to hurt me?"

[jestemgejem]

B I O S H O C K

[agnuminterlupos-blog]

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entitatem:

  more of a surprise that is, unfortunately,   entirely unwanted when the swipe is   returned and instead replaced by a small   child.   the entity buzzes into a million small particles   pressed into one foggy cloud and flies back    only a few mere feet. body is reconnected as   the creature takes a slow pace in levitating   back to the stranger who has so clumsily fallen   into this hell of a home.   what a wonderful,               wonderful home!   he leans to get a simple glance at innocent face,   but when he is instead met with the bright eyes of   some inhuman being as himself, and yet not, the   swarm doubles back, head cocked in curiosity as   hand takes shape and reaches out.   is she real?              why can’t he bring himself to end her?   voice is distant— eerie, in fact— and it fades   with the draft that slips through open windows.   “ who…? “

In her short life, the Sister has experienced her fair share of run-ins with the perverse. Her entire existence, really, though she knows no better, can be described as just that;      p e r v e r s e .

Splicers to handymen—the corpses she spent half her life harvesting—and yet there is scarcely a thing that could've prepared the child for this. Upon raking long, tangled locks out of the way, glowing oculars widen. A muted shriek later and she's teetered and fallen yet again, this time flat on her back.

   What is that thing?      {  What is that thing?  }

Arm tossed over her head, a discolored forearm shields her brow as if hiding from garish rays of daylight. Slowly, though, Elaine sits upright.

      It speaks to her.

            {  For such things she had not cared                in a very long while, but there is a                part of her that briefly entertains                what Big Sister would make of this. }

Thin fingers raise, trembling, and ( with no small amount of reluctance ) part kinked hair in the fashion of a curtain.       Its voice sends chills down her spine. The child blinks once.                              Twice.                                  A third time.                                        And once again.

"...Are you an angel?"

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entitatem:

  psychos, crazies, all the same when it comes to   the mass of the entire facility in one, terrible whole.           many are human, though most my not be entirely so.           many strange things happen, though sometimes…           they may get a little m i x e d  u p.   the walrider patrols the hallways, searching for the   escapees and the troublemakers that remain after   the previous attacks through both media and reality.   he notices something a little off, and as the shadowed   creature glides forward in one swift motion, head   cocks to one side as neck forcefully cranes to look   into the split that lie in thin air.     expressions happen to be one thing he can use to   show his feelings, besides the occasional speaking   of echoed and subtly whispered words mixed with a   jumble of many different bodily movements to show   what he means.   a ghastly hand reaches, bony fingers gently carressing   alternate reality in one quick motion before the recoil and   calm hiss from fleshless, foggy lips.   what is this?   who is inside?

Before her is a run in the seams of time itself, but comprehending such is beyond Elaine; she is but a little girl after all. She is not, however, beyond heeding the warnings of the man more or less responsible with her well-being. In fact, electing to ignore aforementioned warnings is her intent entirely.

      { He wouldn't know the first thing about          fun if it decked him in the jaw anyhow. }

She begins with the mere gradual scooting closer and closer to the construct. A soft, cool breeze blows through; there are scents and sounds that she is unable to place, but her pondering is cut short.

A ghostly apparition--a hand swipes through the gaping laceration. That certainly hasn't happened before. Stretching to stand upon bare toes, Elaine slowly reaches to swat right back at whatever that was, only to lose her balance ——

   She reels, immediately disoriented    upon hitting the ground. It may    never dawn upon her that she has    landed herself in the middle of a    world largely different from her own.

[naniites-blog]

— x. Captain: chris got slam dunked on by a shadow

[grifterfiona]

“That’s the Big Daddy. She gathers ADAM, he keeps her safe.”

[ivilspirits]

"What can I do with this one, Aphrodite? She - won’t - stay - still! I want to make them beautiful, but they always turn out wrong!" - Dr. J.S. Steinman

[carnagefacade-deactivated201403]

He nodded, looking at her. “Now we just need to find you a crowbar…"

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"What about a wrench? There's tools like that all over the place," Elaine turned her head, eyes narrowing as she surveyed their immediate vicinity.

[splicerkind-blog]

He had to be quick and find something to say. His charade was sure to come to an end if he wasn’t careful with his words.

"I found— A uhm.. A place! Yea."

Smooth.

[agnuminterlupos-blog]

Wide, luminous eyes blinked up at the splicer.

"...What kind of place?"

[carnagefacade-deactivated201403]

Alex crouched down to her height. He did admit seeing the splicers go after the little girls, he didn’t do anything about it though. And now, well, he felt horrible.

"Just grab a crowbar and hit them across the head," he said, making a swinging motion with his hand.

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The girl smiled a bit, head tilting to one side as she observed him. Idly her weight is shifted from one foot to the other, and then with her own hand she proceeded to mimic the other's movement.

"Just like that?"

[splicerkind-blog]

The splicer cleared his throat a bit nervously, shaking his head with a forced laugh.

“I wasn’t…. hiding…. I was— Uhm—” Deep, wheezy breath.

“Exploring.”

[agnuminterlupos-blog]

Immediately the Sister perked up, her grin broadening.

"Ooh, that sounds like so much fun! I go exploring all the time, but I don't think people like it--what'd you find, huh? Anything good?"

[mgsvtretij]

[muffled Bobby Darin’s Beyond the Sea playing in the distance]