I'm not your bloody messiah!

{ Independent RP blog for Eleanor Lamb from Bioshock 2. Post game; evil ending. }

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heirofrapture:

The resounding crack that echoed throughout the room when his back hit that very solid, very much intact pillar was eerie. Any normal man would’ve been dead now, but as he sat there; Blood spilling freely from his nose and coating the bottommost part of his face when he lifted a hand to wipe it away and succeeded only in smearing it. Still, aside from an inhale that sounded wet and thick with blood down his throat, he made no rebuttal. Not to her, at least.

If his irises were visible, they’d have been seen ascending to the ceiling with a look of pure and utter submission. Again, not to her; But towards something else. And he muttered under his breath rapidly, the corners of his eyes welling up and his face contorting pathetically. He was not praying, but begging to a god he didn’t even believe in; For something  he hissed to quickly beneath his breath to be heard. As if he’d removed himself from the situation at hand entirely when his hands pushed against the back of that pillar, the creak and snap of bones and rubble beneath his feet within the room as he stood again.

It was about as sincere as he ever was; none.

At this very moment, Eleanor's suited worked to refill the eve she had wasted in that sudden outburst. A small 'tch' works it's way past her throat, from a distance she observes as he stayed there, muttering something she couldn't hear. The expression on his face was repulsive, after all he's done.. how was a monster suppose to look like that?! Making her way towards him, a loud 'thud' would be heard as the girl removed her helmet and dropped it onto the ground.

Her expression was twisted into one of disgust, crimson hues gleaming with anger. This would be one of the rare times she had truly submersed into the sea of her emotions. Close enough, she reaches out to snatch the collar of his sweater. "I hated you... I always had, could you imagine the pain I go through whenever you or another bloody fuck decides to harvest them? While that is something.. that doesn't bother me.. it's the fact that you're alive.. you.. the god of this place still lives and indulges on what he can get." Her voice was nothing but a whisper now, "..I want you to have an excruciatingly slow death-- I want to be the last thing you see.. before I take your life." 

     ---- "I could never understand why I've left you live this long.."

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heirofrapture:

She’d had the misfortune of catching him at a particularly low point. His mind was racing to a variety of different emotions at once, from rage to despair and back to anger once again.

"You think I dunno that?" His voice was quiet, fluctuating in tone with the indecisiveness of his own feelings. There was a good reason he preferred to consume ADAM when he was alone or already on a high; It had a tendency to get very messy very fast.

Silence hung dead in the air before he spoke again, his tone cynical and his legs shifting to stretch in front of himself on that chosen spot on that dirty rotted floor; Jack wasn’t taking any defensive or offensive stances.

"So you gonna kill me, or just bang me up, huh?"

     ---- "Perhaps the first, but for now I'll stick with the latter." She responds, her voice cold as always. Her hand, fashioned with the needle to collect ADAM was raised just over her face. "I'll take every last drop from that filthy corpse of yours." A hiss escapes the girl as she suddenly clenches her hand into a fist. Bringing forth the power of Telekinesis, Eleanor directed most of her powers upon one splicer.

Jack... Capturing proved to be of no difficulty, after all.. he didn't move. With only her thoughts, she'd raise him high enough in the air, only to slam him back down onto the floor. Rotten tiles breaking from the impact,. But the messiah didn't stop there, she'd repeat the motion several times, her breathing only grew heavy behind the mask. The eve in her veins was running low and she'd soon needed to replenish it.

     ---- "You..." Slams! "...under..." Slams! "...estimated me..." Slams! "...for the last time..!" She yells at the top of her lungs, flinging Jack towards a pillar. 

[heirofrapture]

—This needle in particular had been taken care of well by the little sister that’d been hastily harvested in order to obtain the uniquely crafted possession. Slight imperfections here and there, a pink ribbon tied ‘round the handle along with a name scratched into the muzzle with something sharp. How juvenile.

And he sat there, with the crumbling wreckage caused by that rather nasty confrontation with one very angry tin daddy surrounding him as he sloppily opened the tightly sealed vial of ADAM, making quick work of tipping it past his lips in a grotesquely loud fashion.

It was pathetic.

Even moreso as he leaned down on all fours, gathering the liquid that’d splattered onto the tile with the sides of his palms before dragging his tongue across the dirtied, disgusting floors and lapping it up in a fashion not unlike a dog.

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She had felt it. The little sister being harvested, her poor life snuffed out as if it were a candle. The feeling was nauseatingly painful to say the least, a burden she carried from being connected to all little sisters. It was known to who exactly murdered the devilish little girl, Jack -- heir of rapture, bastard splicer.

It wouldn't be hard to locate the man, all she had to do was follow the distinct scent of spilled ADAM. Unlike all big sisters, she did not screech to alert those she wanted to harm. No, she came in silent.

Jack has been reduced to a mongrel in this very moment, lapping up the split crimson drug. It was disgusting in her eyes. She jumps down from the second story balcony before the downed man, visor glowing a bright green, a sign that it was she and not some other big sister. 

     ---- "You're bloody revolting to look you, do you know that Jack?" She questions, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "The god of rapture has turned into meager spliced mongrel..." Pauses. "...now while I'd love to dwell on the pleasant conversations I have with you -- you know why I'm here and what I will do."

She was going to make him pay for what he did.

[aesart]

Second Chances.

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Bioshock in general is the reason why I struggle to survive

do you think they cry whenever they take family pictures?

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Lambs of Bioshock - No Title Version by ~rymae

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{ That's a great idea- :'> also, I love that taco commercial just saying. }

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{ I don't know if I should continue my old threads or start new ones-- }

[hector--rodriguez]

corrupt-messiah has entered Eve's Garden.

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He grunted. Well, she did have a point. Rapture had went to the dogs a long time ago. He shrugged. “I s’pose," he grunted, shifting on his leg. He crossed his over his chest and huffed. “No, I’m just around enough insane people to keep me in my right mind," he told her, raising an eyebrow. “And you? Spliced up, ma’am?" he asked.

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     ---- "Oh, but of course. I wouldn't be surprised if ADAM ran through my veins rather than blood. Now, reason why my mind hasn't deteriorated to that of a sponge or I've become deformed is because I used to be a little sister." She explains with a meager shrug of her shoulders, revealing that bit of information wasn't exactly new to the girl. "But, of course- I eventually grew up and was conditioned out of being one. On the topic of little sisters.. I'm curious to ask- are you one of the many who try to kill them on a hourly basis?"

[aesart]

The Bio-Boys boy band.

Featuring some of their greatest hits, 

~Hey, I’m not paying for this

~Father of the Year Award goes to, Not Suchong

~BLLLALRLLALRLLARRRRRRGHGGHGGHGGGGGGGGGGG

~ Ah, you must be Jack Ryan’s Test Tube Baby

And Also:

"My Daughter’s innocence and future actions rely on her perception of me as her father and her only parental figure, so, yeah, I’m going to eat all of these chips like the badass I am."

[hector--rodriguez]

corrupt-messiah has entered Eve's Garden.

[hector--rodriguez]

Hector nodded at her. “Can’t just greet a woman like a gentleman?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Everyone was suspicious of other’s these days. Rapture wasn’t known to hold the kindest of people, but still. A man had to be nice to a woman. At least, one that wasn’t a Little Sister or a Splicer.

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Lips curve into a faint grin, while his comment was amusing, she'd have to digress. "In this city? No, I've have my fair share of rude introductions, Hector. There is no need for you to be so polite with me either, we are not in a place of manners." The messiah would say, hands held behind her back. Rapture was corrupted, so was she. Eleanor found it pointless to act like a gentleman or a lady, this was a city of survival not of civility. "Forgive me, but I can't say I've seen you around- nor do you look spliced. Are you new in the city?"  

[hector--rodriguez]

corrupt-messiah has entered Eve's Garden.

[hector--rodriguez]

"Name’s Hector and yourself, ma’am?" he asked, being polite.

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     ---- "Eleanor Lamb, a pleasure to make your acquaintance Hector." She responds to the man, curious to know just what his motives are. Nobody was kind in Rapture unless they wanted something- "Now, is there something you need of me?"

[hector--rodriguez]

corrupt-messiah has entered Eve's Garden.

"Ma’am," Hector greeted.

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Perks a brow, "And you are sir..?"

[heirofrapture]

"…Thanks. You look… normal too."

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     ---- "I appreciate the compliment, but I'm conflicted to feel concerned to why you suddenly look like this or relieved that you aren't spliced anymore"  

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She wanders aimlessly through Rapture's corridors, free of both responsibilities and burdening memories. The messiah held no recollection of her father's journey to reunite with her, of the hardships she faced in her life, her powers, her hunger for ADAM- she didn't even remember just who she was. Only the changes in her appearance from ADAM ingestion proved to be the only remnants of her forgotten life. Her big sister armor has been flung about in her own room, Eleanor was frantic to get the outfit on. Only a white dress proved to be her means of clothing. The former little sister stumbles into one of the city's vast rooms, what had been extravagant before was now run-down. The furniture were desicrated, broken up, scattered all over the area- same goes for trivia items, such as bottles, plates, wrappers-. The decor was peeling off, they hung loosely often riddled with bullet holes, ripped, or burnt. Now, what had gotten the girl was the bodies, the bodies of disfigured.. gruesome splicers. It unnerved Eleanor greatly, averting her gaze away from them and onto something.. less unpleasant. She works to keep down any signs of disgust. "Where in the bloody hell am I...?" She inquires softly, stepping further into the room. "Hello? Can anybody tell me where I am?" Raising her voice, she steps over various pieces of garbage that had been lying around. The messiah needed to know more about this place and it's people and why she was here in the first place.

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[aesart]

“Love is just a chemical. We give it meaning by choice.”

―Eleanor Lamb