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hydrophobiic:

     The hatred Johanna had for the Capitol knew no        bounds – even so, she still had to go through the        motions of being there, lest she be punished, lest        they somehow find a way to make her life even        worse. It wasn’t rare to be approached by Capitol        citizens; usually they were chipper, or creepily        obsessive over her. This one, however, was        different, and with her lacking either repulsive        attitude, Johanna’s attention was caught. 

          “Yeah, that’s me.” Looking the girl in the eye,            Johanna immediately noticed the… miserable             air she had to her. “Who would you be?”

    “My name’s Elizabeth Comstock. I really      admire you, Miss Mason. You’re very      strong.” She aspired to one day possess      the same sort of strength. She’d spent      her life beneath her father’s thumb.         One day, she’d bring his reign over         her to a swift end.

     “It must be hard for you be here, after       all the suffering the Capitol has caused.       I’m...really sorry.”

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roguishtvpe:

Booker watched the girl, feeling a tad bit guilty. She had no idea how absolutely terrible things were out here. Maybe the guilt was lessened by the envy. Even in his youth, he had never been that innocent. That blind to the nature of things. 

“Well, after we’re shut of this place you can go wherever you want to.” A bluff. “And trust me, there’s a lot more down there than up here.” 

      “Like Paris?” She shot a cheerful glance over         her shoulder. “I bet it’s beautiful this time        of year.” A wistful sigh slipped past her rosy        pink lips. “Have you ever been, Mr. Dewitt?        To Paris, that is.”

       He didn’t strike her as the type to lounge        about in the city of romance, but Elizabeth        wouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

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weelittlepatrick:

Pat’s smirk etched into his lips a little further. His name meant next to nothing down here. Anywhere in the world really. But it was his. Moreover, he’d make it mean something. Soon. He worked hard and sooner or later that would pay off. Sweat of his brow. Then, pretty women like the dark haired Elizabeth wouldn’t be asking his name at all. They’d already be swooning.

“Patrick. Patrick O’Hara. It’s nice t’ meet ya ‘Lizbeth. Ain’t everyday I get th’ chance t’ have a proper talk wit’ a lass pretty as you.”

      “I can’t say many people in Rapture are worthy of real conversation, but          I suppose that could just be the company I keep.” 

    She flitted over his mention of her looks, unwilling to acknowledge it. What did     looks matter, anyway? Elizabeth crossed her arms over her chest, dark eyes     flashing as she seemed to look him up and down.

        “What sort of work do you do down here, Patrick?”

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      “Isn’t it wonderful out here?” Elizabeth cooed,        her wide eyes eager to take in each and every        detail surrounding her. The world seemed so        vivid now that she was seeing it up close and        personal. “It’s even better than I expected!”        She gave a little twirl, her arms stretched wide        for the sake of balance. “I -- I want to see         everything!”

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« hydrophobiic »

      The girl rubbed at her face wearily, her blue       eyes bright with unwept tears. Her fingers       trembled with frustration and anger, but she       remained completely silent --- lost in her        anguish. Until her gaze flicked up and rested       upon another brunette, one whom had been       an easily recognizable face in the Capitol for       several years.          “Are you Johanna Mason?” Her voice cracked,          and she coughed lightly to cover the quavering          sound in her voice. 

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"But what's so bad about New York? We could always go to Paris after? "

    “After what? You drop me off at the doorstep      of your employer? Do you take me for a fool,     Booker? I may not know much of the world,      but I know better than to trust men like you.”

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"Elizabeth?" Patrick called. Totally not worried cause he didn't do that sort of thing. "Ya there?"

      "I'm in here," came her groggy reply, the soft words punctuated by a yawn.      A wave of fatigue had washed over her, and Elizabeth had gratefully given      into it. It'd been ages since sleep had come easy for her, and she was      reluctant to let it evade her again. She sat up on the bed, rubbing wearily      at her heavy-lidded eyes.

                  "Is everything alright?"

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weelittlepatrick:      

“I’m pretty content t’ stare if you’re really givin’ me th’ option.”

Patrick was confident, downright cocky. Barely a drop of humility in a sea of prideful self-reliance. The young man thought himself essentially invulnerable. He was frequently wrong.

“But since I don’t think ya are, can I ask your name?”

       “Elizabeth. My name’s Elizabeth.”

     Many men had attempted to endear themselves unto her from the moment      she'd set foot into Rapture. Thus far, all of them had failed horrifically. Their      flirtations so often bordered along belligerence that Elizabeth couldn't even     be bothered to pay attention. There was something charming, if not slightly     aggravating, about this new man, however.

      Though her expression remained decidedly neutral, she was actually quite       pleased that he didn't know who she was. 'Cohen's Songbird' was an odd       reputation to bear, and she was quick to avoid conversation of her work       with the mad-man artist.

        “Since you’ve shown such interest in me, I suppose it’s only          fair I ask your name in return.”

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      A quirk of her brow was the only crack in her       mask of indifference. The cold, calculating front       she put up was a shield for the parts of her       that were still fragile ---- were it not for the       protection, she might just fall a p a r t.   

         “Are you going to continue to stare? Or did           you intend to speak to me at some point?”       

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“Are you there, Booker? I miss you.”

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"I need a drink. "

      The girl huffed out a sigh, flinging her ponytail over her shoulder with       one deft hand movement. Their journey had been troublesome, no doubt       -- but alcohol was no answer to their myriad of complications. Elizabeth      rolled her eyes and continued her search through a nearby desk.

                    “I hardly think now’s the time. Mr. Dewitt.”

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PFVKArMgScAl  BNaScArMaB

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bookerjustdewitt:

bookerjustdewitt:

“I better set you free and give you up. Just wave and say goodbye and let you live…  …without a monster like me .”

[ Mørland & Debrah Scarlett - A Monster Like Me ]

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°Meeting Again

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“Because you are special and have been since the moment part of you went through the tear and another part stayed behind. It was simply chance. There is no further explanation.” Rosalind sighed and shook her head. There were plenty of people who believed things happened for a reason, and would believe that Elizabeth’s case had to be for some reason. She was firmly against this idea, however. There was no fate or destiny, things just happened. “You are unlike any of the other Elizabeths and so you couldn’t fade away like them.”

“Rosalind is correct. Maybe it isn’t what you want to hear, but it is just how it is.” Robert paused, fiddling with the button of his jacket. There had been something that he and his sister had been discussing, however. “I wonder though, if perhaps there would be a way to return you to… normal. It is something we could look into, if you would like.” 

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A morose glance was given to her pinkie-less hand, her mind reeling. Normality seemed impossible. The universes couldn’t be so kind to her -- they never had been. “If I’m so SPECIAL, then why can’t I even find something so simple as happiness? Fact is, I'm just some unlucky girl who's never been given a chance," Elizabeth scoffed, scuffing the ground with her boot.

"What would a process like that entail? It can't be easy." She wasn't quick in her decision making. While a normal life was what she craved, she wouldn't do just anything for it. The universe was held together by duct tape and string. Their experimenting could have dire consequences. "I won't say I'm not interested."

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        Despite his neutral face he was getting testy. Resisting the urge to tap his foot, he took a few steps away from the vendor and waited for her to catch up. Booker knew he had to stay on her good side all the way up until he got her on The First Lady airship, so he didn’t throw her over his shoulder and carry her like he wanted to.

❝ YEAH, we won’t have time to stop moving until we get to that airship. ❞

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    She caught up with ease, her head turning every few seconds to give the pups a fleeting look. He was right, they needed to get out first. An animal so young would only get in the way. 

      “Have you ever had a dog?”

     His disinterest in the puppies suggested he hadn’t. Pet ownership didn’t seem to be a role that Booker Dewitt would willingly take on.

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“Don’t be ridiculous!” He squirmed futilely in the tank, furious but, for the most part, helpless. His bot was patrolling the foyer, and it would be too much trouble to bring it here. So for now, at least, she was safe. “What does that have to do with anything? And why do you care? You weren’t one of my patients!” He had nothing to give her. Not money, not ADAM… not even an apology. The past was in the past, and there was no changing it now.

“Now get out of here! I won’t ask you again!”

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       "No, but I understand their pain. Do you have any idea what you've done?" She crossed her arms across her chest, daring to venture forth towards the tank. "You could help fix it. Your mind could still save lives, given the right circumstances." Elizabeth still saw an undeniable goodness in the man turned creature. He wasn't evil, by any definition of the word. Simply misguided, as most in Rapture had been.

          "It must get awfully lonely here."