NOT A FETUS, GUYS.

The genius of Sofia Lamb is a thing of empathy, a profound moral sense; I can only describe her... as a kind of... of secular saint. But dividing her loyalty evenly across the world at large spreads it so thin as to be invisible to some. Love... I have found, is... beneath her. Naturally, Ryan arrested her... gave her to Sinclair to incarcerate somewhere. But upon her escape, she took the city... and changed my life forever. I was to be Sofia Lamb's greatest achievement - a living composite of all Rapture's genius in the body of a single man... unfettered by self-interest. Now, I am nothing more to her than a failed experiment. My scores on tests of intelligence and moral reasoning are still noteworthy... but declining sharply. She has abandoned me... and I do not have long before psychosis takes me.

[gilbert-alexander]

[[ I leave for close to three months, and I come back to nothing but slash on my dash... What happened to my fandom? OTL ]]

[misteralexthegreat-deactivated2]

Alex the great- I will go outside! I will live outside!

No Gil. Please dont. 

[esquirethatis-deactivated201201]

[Hah! Read this in his voice too!]

[gilbert-alexander]

[[ fff-- is there a problem with wanting to go outside, Augustus? >:C ]]

[mr-sander-cohen-blog]

It was time to inject venom into the conversation.

“If it’s just a job, then this gathering must be tedious for you. I must be a bore,” Cohen’s voice ascended with a sneer. “I suggest that you go off and find someone else that will keep you entertained."

[gilbert-alexander]

What a testy little fruit. Gil mentally shrugged and nodded, taking a step away from Cohen. If the man really wanted him to leave, then he'd stop him...  "As you wish, then." 

[mr-sander-cohen-blog]

Cohen knew that look very well. It was more than just admiration. Yes, he was guilty of that look when he first laid eyes upon Andrew Ryan… He shook his head, brushing away the fond memories with a smile. “Yes. Your craft,” Cohen repeated without elaborating. Dr. Alexander was a bright man. He could figure it out. “Fascinating,” the artist mused as he rubbed his chin. “I give you credit, Dr. Alexander. I, myself, could never dabble in such a craft,” he said with a chuckle. “Tell me, is it anything like art? Does inspiration strike you in the middle of the night?”

[gilbert-alexander]

"Art...? Well, I suppose to some people, it could be considered art. To others... it's merely a job."  He looked around again. Damn it all, he'd lost sight of her. This "artist" was starting to grate on his nerves... But no, no, he could never let the shorter man know that. He'd keep it all inside, like a polite boy should. 

[asktenny-blog]

[ Everyone knows the only two Rapture Ladies to live long enough to be called cougars are Tenenbaum and Lamb. And the only lady who looks old enough to be called a cougar is Sofia. ]

[gilbert-alexander]

[[ Oh really? ]]

[gilbert-alexander]

OOC: That awkward moment...

[testtubebabby]

looks at their page

“✔Verified Official RolePlayer

© Profile Original & Official

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you guys hes legit hes got the barcode and everything dont wanna mess with an official roleplayer that was verified HES GOT THE CHECK MARK AND THE CIRCLE C THINGY

[gilbert-alexander]

[[ AHA HA HA, I'M SO TERRIFIED. DEAR LORD, PROTECT ME FROM THE LEGIT ROLEPLAYER.  BRING IT ON, FACEFAG. GIL CONTEST. I'LL WIN. ]]

[gilbert-alexander]

[dianalittlesister-deactivated20]

Yeah. I would like to dress up in pretty dresses

[gilbert-alexander]

Then perhaps you'll work in Fort Frolic someday. I'm sure you'd be a wonderful actress. -Offers a small smile and pets her head.-

[gilbert-alexander]

OOC: That awkward moment...

... when you find a 'Gilbert Alexander' on Facebook, that A) is not in character, and B) has been blatantly stealing your art and posting it on his profile page. 

Aha ha ha. No.

[gilbert-alexander]

[dianalittlesister-deactivated20]

Well,Uncel Gil.What jobs are there here? *tilts her head*

[gilbert-alexander]

Hm... well, I suppose you could be an actress. You'd like to dress up and perform on stage, wouldn't you?

[mr-sander-cohen-blog]

“Oh?” He tilted his head. Cohen was no scientist. He couldn’t tap into the man’s psyche and see how he ticked. He was merely an artist. Interpretation in beauty was his strong suit. Yet, acting had its perks. Imitation was the most sincere form of flattery. He made note of Dr. Alexander’s change in expression. Although he was a man of few words, he appeared to be rendered speechless. Sander cast a glanced over his shoulder, laying his eyes on a tall, blonde woman. He diverted his attention back to Gil.

“I see that woman has caught your fancy, Doctor. If you tell me your craft, then perhaps I can get you acquainted with her.”

[gilbert-alexander]

He stared at the woman for a few moments longer, then blinked and quickly shook his head, as if coming out of a daze. "I-I beg your pardon? My... craft?" He stared at Cohen, looking confused. "Oh... oh, I see. My profession. I suppose you could say I'm a scientist, specializing in robotics."

[gilbert-alexander]

[dianalittlesister-deactivated20]

Oh! I want to be a princess when I get older!

[gilbert-alexander]

A... a princess?  -Frowns and scratches his head.-  Well, I suppose that's possible... 

[gilbert-alexander]

[dianalittlesister-deactivated20]

*giggles* Yay! You like it! Now I need to draw aunt Sofia, daddy Fontaine and Mommy Tenenbaum! But I can do that later. *her yellow eyes looked at you.And she smiles.* What can I do when be a big girl? Can I work like you?

[gilbert-alexander]

Once you grow up, you can be anything you'd like. I don't think you'd like being a scientist, though... The work is rather taxing, and sometimes very dull.

[gilbert-alexander]

[dianalittlesister-deactivated20]

Oh good *hands his a picture* I made it for you! *it was you and Diana smiling and holding hands. And on the side it says “Best uncel! Uncel Gil!”*

[gilbert-alexander]

-Glances down at it and takes it from her, smiling.-  I'm very proud of you, Diana. I'll hang it in my office, right next to my desk. 

[gilbert-alexander]

[dianalittlesister-deactivated20]

Good! And you *giggles*

[gilbert-alexander]

I'm doing as well as can be expected, I suppose. 

[gilbert-alexander]

Oh... hello, Diana. How are you doing today?

[mr-sander-cohen-blog]

He diverted his gaze, peering at the crimson liquid that swirled within his glass. His lips pursed in an attempt to continue the conversation. Well, this one wasn’t much of a talker. No matter. Cohen would make do with what little he had. He, after all, was a natural conversationalist. “Looking for someone, my dear doctor?” He inquired with the arch of a well-defined brow. “Why, it almost appears as if you’re lost in the crowd, searching for that one hand to reach out to you,” Cohen mused.

[gilbert-alexander]

"Not particularly," he mumbled in response, looking almost bored, though with his wide eyes, it was sometimes hard to read his expression. 'Actually, that's exactly what I'm doing,' he thought to himself. 'I'm waiting for someone to extend their hand and pull me away from you.' He finally caught sight of the blonde woman -- Dr. Lamb, was it? -- and immediately seemed to perk up. Good lord, she was so beautiful; he could barely breathe. His grip on the wine glass tightened, making what little color was left in his pale knuckles drain from them.

[mr-sander-cohen-blog]

Rapture's Best and Brightest

[mr-sander-cohen-blog]

Apparently, a handshake would not suffice with this man. To each their own. He withdrew, letting his arm fall limp by his side. Every man had their quirks. Cohen offered Gil a curt nod, glancing at the glass within his grasp. Now, Sander had no clue of the field that Dr. Alexander worked in. It remained a mystery to a fellow of his standing. Whatever work Gil dabbled in, Cohen knew that it was grand to grant him a spot in Rapture’s Brightest.

“A pleasure to meet you. As for myself…” He placed a hand upon his chest before continuing, “Why, I’m Sander Cohen.”

The gesture was a tad too flamboyant. Yet, pride swelled within his chest.

[gilbert-alexander]

He narrowed his eyes, one eyebrow rising. His first impression was correct - this man was definitely odd. Unsure of what to say, he merely nodded and took another sip of wine, his large blue eyes scanning the room for the blonde from earlier.  "... I see."